Early in our marriage, we were houseparents at a home for wayward boys. Sometimes one of them would go missing. We were taught to ask ourselves if they were running to something, or away. Running to? We knew where to look.
I wonder if this also applies to refugees. Are they running to, or running away? Those who are running to America, the ones who long for what we have to offer (flaws included)–shouldn’t we welcome them with open arms? The ones who are running away, the ones whose hearts are still firmly rooted in their homeland–maybe our resources (our money, our influence and our prayers) are better spent providing safe space closer to the land they love, and doing all we can to restore peace.
