Editor’s Note: This post originally appeared on redletterchistians.org in February 2015 and can be found here.
Marco Saavedra is an artist, poet, writer, and sometime-dishwasher at his parents’ restaurant in the Bronx. He’s also an undocumented immigrant and one of nine Dreamers who, in 2013, turned themselves over to border patrol at Nogales, AZ […]Continue Reading →
Editor’s Note: This post first appeared on the Biblical Theological Seminary blog in November 2015.
I found the photo below in the Oct 19, 2015 issue of Time, which covered the movement of some 60 million refugees on the move worldwide right now. I found this photo and others in the magazine documenting […]Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
As I was walking that ribbon of highway
Frank Sinatra. He was impressed I liked Sinatra songs. “Do you know this one?” Dinah Washington. “Yes!” Okay, what about this one? Ding, Dong the Witch is dead! I couldn’t help but laugh at the Honorable Brit’s playlist. He continued, “We sang this one the […]Continue Reading →