Journey of Faith
Last Wednesday, I returned from two weeks at the southern border, working among migrants at the Humanitarian Respite Center in McAllen, TX. Two weeks. Only two weeks. Fourteen days. A relatively short time. But those two weeks changed my life.
Prior to this trip, I thought I was fairly in tune with the plight of migrants crossing our borders. Events of these past few years aroused in me a sincere empathy for and curiosity about those fleeing their homes in search of a better life. What horrendous conditions must they be experiencing in their native lands to compel them to make the treacherous journey, on foot, across hundreds of miles. I felt for them. Deeply.
And then I went to McAllen. And the stunning reality of the situation was nothing like I had imagined it would be. Emotional…awe-inspiring…almost paralyzing.
My first few days at HRC were anything but uplifting. I was disappointed in the facility itself. Processing over 1000 migrants each day, it was dark, windowless, – a former nightclub I learned. The noise of all these voices, babies crying, children screaming in play – was deafening. Rows of folding chairs filled with families waiting to be “processed in”, lines of families awaiting OTC meds from the “pharmacy”, a separate room with gym mats carpeting the […]