December is filled with waiting, wonder and wondrous moments but, there are also haunting, nostalgic feelings that accompany it. For a brief time fighting seems to stop and the world seems to be one.
A few years ago, Johnny Mathias sang the song, When a Child is Born and its lyrics went like this: A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high
All across the land, dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born.
A child is born, be it in Bethlehem; El Paso; Guatemala; or El Salvador and each one deserves a safe shelter, loving parents and a place to call home. Let us remember the children in cages or found in the Rio Grande River and not forget. Let us be that ray of hope for the vulnerable and suffering who come to our borders.
Yes, we wait in hope; we wait with those at the Border and we recall the words of Mary, “for He has looked with favor on his lowly servant; He has scattered the proud in their conceit and has lifted up the lowly.” Yes, it is the same story of no room in the Inn, just a different stable and country. May this December be different because we care; we see people in need, not numbers; we stop dehumanizing and give our fear over so that the child (ren) born amidst violence can be safe and warmly accepted as our sisters and brothers and HOPE pervades for all.