I don’t know if you can hear me.
I am one voice in a sea of screaming voices.
I don’t know if my words will dare to launch themselves from page to heart, your heart, but that’s where I want them to land.
The world is a mess of war, of hatred, of pointing fingers and wagging tongues.
The violent voices, scream too loudly to give way to simple understanding, wisdom so desperate to seep into their bones.
I don’t know why they scream that way.
I guess they are afraid.
But I want to tell you something.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid of you.
In fact, I have been taught to lay down my life for my friends.
And I think you and I could be very good friends.
And even if we were not, I would still value your life, just as much if not more than my own.
I don’t consider my own safety, not at the cost of yours.
I think loving you is more important.
And oh, how I want to love you well.
I ache to grasp your tear-stained face in my hands and look into your eyes.
You are my equal.
And as I envision your trembling and weary frame, my heart breaks.
I want my life to be a welcome mat.
I want you to feel at home with me, to find grace with me, to laugh loud with me.
I want to be a warm, home-cooked meal and a hot cup of coffee on a bitter, negative-four-degree day.
Because when I counted the cost and gave Him my very life, I gave up the right to demand my own comfort.
I gave up entitlements.
I gave up demands.
And I cannot understand the horrors you are facing right now, but I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
I am sorry that pride paralyzes.
I don’t deserve freedom any more than you do.
And, I know that this letter doesn’t change anything, but I pray that this would provide even just one small degree of comfort to your heart, that you would feel loved by one small person.
My friend, come on in, you’re very, very much welcome.
"You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God." Leviticus 19:34
"'For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.' Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?' And the King will answer them, 'Truly I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brother, you did it to me.'" Matthew 25:35-40