I had a horrible nightmare last night. I dreamed that I lost my mentally handicapped daughter in a large area crowded with people. There were hundreds of people around me, but no one seemed to understand what I was saying. I kept running and calling her name, to no avail. I awoke in a state of panic.
This is how migrant parents must feel when their children are taken away from them at the border. I can’t begin to imagine the anguish they must feel as they are flown back to their home country while their children remain here.
The current administration is very concerned about the rights of tiny unborn children but seem uncaring about the children once they’re born. I understand that we must limit the number of people who enter our country, but we shouldn’t be making things worse for them.
We need to remember what the Lord said in the book of Matthew about helping others: “Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” This counts for the bad that is done as well as the good.