In the midst of all the controversy over whether we should or should not let refugees into our country, good ol’ Facebook reminded me with a cartoon on someone’s post that the Pilgrims were refugees once too.
Where would we be this Thursday if it weren’t for the Pilgrims? What if the Mayflower had been denied arrival into America? Would it still be the land of the free? What if our history books never mentioned such names as William Bradford or Myles Standish?
What would we have to be thankful for any way?
One Thanksgiving I had the privilege to visit The Mayflower II (replica of the original Mayflower) and Plimouth Plantation outside of Boston in Plymouth Massachusetts. It is a re-creation of the small 17th-Century farming and maritime community that the Pilgrims built along the shore of Plymouth Harbor. Authentic costumed actors that remain in character of that early time period tell you about their escaping England to seek religious freedom, the perilous journey across the Atlantic, the loss of many lives due to extreme weather conditions, and the dealings with the native Indians once settled. It put the shoe (or moccasin) on the other foot. I saw Americans as the refugees.
A refugee is a person who flees to a foreign country or power to escape danger or persecution.
Just as I witnessed at Plimouth Plantation, refugees aren’t necessarily bad, evil, poor, sickly, or uneducated people. They are usually good, passionate people that stand up for a better way of life. Usually for their loved ones.
Let’s help them, help themselves. So they can help others in return! Matthew 25:40 tells us Christ said to His people “as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’ WWJD? If we reach out and help them as Christ would, it’s the same as doing for Christ, Himself. Let’s all be refugees or foreigners in this land as God’s word tells us we are. Our true home is in Heaven. Let’s seek Christ to be our refuge, our safety in times of danger. He understands. Never forget, He was once the refugee Himself. 😦
O LORD, my strength and my stronghold, And my refuge in the day of distress, To You the nations will come From the ends of the earth and say, “Our fathers have inherited nothing but falsehood, Futility and things of no profit.”
Love and laughter,