FOREWORD
Leith Anderson
A New York rabbi taught me a lesson I had never before heard. He said that there is no Old Testament commandment to love your parents, husband, wife, or children. There are only three commands: to love the Lord your God, love your neighbor, and love the alien in the land. Deuteronomy 10:19 gives this third commandment to love and explains why: you were once aliens yourselves.
My mother was an alien in America. Her father died early in the last century of pernicious anemia, a disease that most of us have never heard of and that would easily be treated today. My widowed grandmother couldnt support herself and three daughters (all under six years old), so she moved back in with her parents. Nearly twenty years later she met and married an American and moved to the United States. But my mother had to stay behind because of US immigration laws and quotas. Unlike her younger sisters, my mother was an adult, and immigration was harder for her. She waited a year or two and then received a visa as a domestic worker, sailing across the North Atlantic to New York and to her new country.
When I was a little boy I went with my mother to the post office every January, where she was required by law to register as an alien. On our family vacations to Canada, she always waited for us on the US side of the border out of fear there might be problems returning if she left the country. Eventually she became an American citizen.
She lived to be almost one hundred years old, spending the last seven years of her life in a nursing home in Boca Raton, Florida, where much of the staff was foreign born. The hallway buzz ranged from Haitian Creole to Jamaican English. Her physician was from Southeast Asia. They loved my mother. They gave her care I could not provide. They were kind and gracious. These immigrant caregivers prayed for her, quoted the Bible, and sang hymns. They were the best of believers.
As my mothers final hours counted down, they came to her room in a steady stream. Some came to see her on their days off. Because my mother outlived most of her friends, these who were not native born became my mothers final friends.
I love these immigrants. I need these immigrants.
You see, every immigrant story is a personal story. Behind the statistics and politics are stories of mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, husbands and wives. There are millions of stories that vary as much as race, nationality, gender, and faith.
When you read about all the complexity of immigration and think about what needs to be done, remember Gods commandment in Deuteronomy 10:19 and love the immigrants.
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THE IMMIGRATION DILEMMA
Some [Christians] on either side of this debate insist that this issue is not complex. For them, it is simply a matter of legality or justice for the poor.... But denying the complexity of this issue is both intellectually wrong and practically unhelpful. If we arent willing to deal with the intricacy of this issue, we wont ever be able to make headway in solving it.
Mark D. Roberts, Evangelical Pastor, Professor, and Author
N early everyone seems to agree that we have an immigration problem in the United States. The exact nature of the problem, though, is heatedly disputed. From one perspective, our nation is facing an unprecedented invasion of illegal aliens, who violate our laws upon entry and then become a drain on social services and public education systems, depress wages and displace native-born American workers, and then contribute to increases in poverty, crime rates, and even terrorism. A campaign flier for candidates for the Carpentersville, Illinois, city council some years ago expresses the frustrations of many Americans:
Are you tired of waiting to pay for your groceries while Illegal Aliens pay with food stamps and then go outside and get in a $40,000 car? Are you tired of paying taxes when Illegal Aliens pay NONE!
Are you tired of reading that another Illegal Alien was arrested for drug dealing?
Are you tired of having to punch 1 for English?
Are you tired of seeing multiple families in our homes?
Are you tired of not being able to use Carpenter Park on the weekend, because it is over run by Illegal Aliens?
Are you tired of seeing the Mexican Flag flown above our Flag?
Others see the current state of immigration as a problem for very different reasons. They see millions of people who have, usually for economic reasons, accepted displacement from their home countries to pursue a better life for themselves and their families in the United States, just as generations of immigrants have done before them. Tragically, from this perspective, these people are not welcomed into our society, but are scapegoated and forced into a shadowy existence by broken immigration laws, even though they contribute to our nations economy by performing a host of jobs, most of which few native-born Americans would be willing to do. Undocumented immigrant Elvira Arellano spent a year living inside a Methodist church in Chicago in an ultimately unsuccessful attempt to avoid deportation that would separate her from her eight-year-old, US-citizen son. She became something of a spokesperson for this perspective:
Out of fear and hatred of an enemy you cannot find you have set out to destroy our lives and our families. As you knocked on my door, you are knocking on thousands of doors, ripping mothers and fathers away from their terrified children. You have a list of... Social Security no-match numbers, and you are following that list as if we were terrorists and criminals instead of workers with families. You are denying us work and the seniority and benefits we have earned, and you are taking the property we have saved for and bought.