Editor’s Note: This blog originally appeared as part three of a series on the author’s personal blog in October 2015.
And you are to love those who are foreigners, for you yourselves were foreigners in Egypt. – Deuteronomy 10:19 (NIV)
Immigration is a topic that is not foreign to the Bible. Seen in […]Continue Reading →
Editor’s Note: This blog originally appeared as part two of a series on the author’s personal blog in October 2015.
And on the seventh day, the Lord created the American immigration system.
The above quote is not actually a quote, and can’t be attributed to anybody. It is also probably sacrilegious. However, the […]Continue Reading →
As students start the school year and the weather begins to shift, I find myself reflecting on a season of change I got to share in with a group of refugee students.
I had the opportunity to work in tobacco prevention education with a group of students from the refugee […]Continue Reading →
Editor’s Note: This blog originally appeared as part one of a series on the author’s personal blog in September 2015.
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. –Genesis 1:27, NIV
As far as I can tell, I am a fourth […]Continue Reading →
As an immigration lawyer I have had the privilege of working with refugees from across the globe. They are regular people forced to endure the worst the world has to offer. Their stories are harrowing. Many— including children— have posttraumatic stress disorder and other mental and physical scars. Even those who have been resettled in […]Continue Reading →
I’m just back at Solana Beach Presbyterian Church after a very inspiring week in Hungary. The original purpose of my trip was to speak at the Bible conference that launches the school year of the Word of Life Bible Institute. A few days before I left San Diego, Word of Life staff asked if I’d […]Continue Reading →
As I went walking I saw a sign there
Seat belt buckles clicked. We were about to leave this labor camp and drive to the next farm. Heading back down the one lane bumpy dirt path, a huge black SUV suddenly appeared, turned towards us, and began accelerating straight at us. I saw […]Continue Reading →
When the sun came shining and I was strolling
“Where the heck is this place?!” F, J, and I were driving in circles looking for the farm. A school bus, lines of boots on the front porch, threatening signs, rough fences. All were usually dead giveaways that a labor camp was close by. […]Continue Reading →
Her name is Bahar: it means spring. She brings rain on the burning fires and life to the dead souls. Her heart reflects her journey: it is beating strongly but is full of scars. Her heart does not look perfect: It has places where pieces have been removed and others put in which don’t fit […]Continue Reading →
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
“Can I talk to you for a minute? The Honorable Brit pulled me aside. The American flag flew behind us, in its place at the White House, yet the wrought iron gate ensured there was distance between us and the center of power. We […]Continue Reading →