For some reason I ended up musing yesterday upon the poem engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
This sentiment may never have been true for America as a country, but I believe it captures the essence of what we as Christians, and corporately as the Church, are called to be.
“You are the light of the world, a city built on a hill” (Matthew 5). Open hearted. Willing to associate with the lowly and wretched. Willing to get our hands and lives dirty in our caring for others.
© 2015 Deborah Morris
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