No, of course not, they’re not like us. They’re just…well…different. I don’t like different. I like homogeneous. It’s easier that way, yah know, everybody’s the same. Harmony. I don’t have to learn a different culture or language or customs. The ones I was brought up with are good enough for me and should be for anyone comin’ here. So if they don’t like it, then I tell ’em go back to where you came from. “Give me your tired, your poor” yeah if they speak English and don’t wear weird head things. I’m not paying’ for them, by the way. I’m trying’ to get my potholes filled. Don’t bother me with lovin’ my neighbor with those people. They ain’t my neighbor. I’m a good Christian I should know.

You heard me on the day when I called, and you gave new strength to my heart.

Though I live surrounded by trouble you give me life — to my enemies’ fury! You stretch out your right hand and save me, (Ps 138:3,7)

We’ve been a nation of immigrants. This is our strength, not our weakness. Each generation of people coming here has brought a unique flavor of where they came from. We are constantly changing. The present group of people are desperate, fleeing unimaginable horror and death. Those of us who don’t like to learn something new, who are isolated from the rest of the world react with criticism and even violence. We have a collective responsibility to care for the stranger amongst us.

Is there anyone among you who would hand his son a stone when he asked for bread?

Or would hand him a snake when he asked for a fish?

‘So always treat others as you would like them to treat you; that is the Law and the Prophets. (Matt 7:9-10,12)

Give bread not stones.

and so it goes…