When Jesus was a refugee
from Herod's cruel tyranny,
an exile in a foreign place,
a child in need of saving grace,
we wonder who it was God led
to shelter him and give him bread.
We wonder too, had we been there,
would we have been as quick to share?
Now risen, Christ still makes his home
with everyone who walks alone,
and, with the people on the street,
still waits in line for bread to eat.
The time is now. We must decide.
Will we pass by the other side,
or will we follow Love's command
and reach out with a helping hand?
When Jesus was a Refugee Author: Mary Nelson Keithahn (2002)
Tune: NEIGHBORS (Horman)
Just before Christmas I saw the news about the deaths of 44 migrants who drowned attempting to cross the Mediterranean Sea. Their boat capsized in a strom the only survivor was an 11-year-old girl from Sierra Leone who was aboard with brother and cousin. This disaster barely received coverage because we've become numbed to the barrage of informations about, migrants, displaced persons, asylum-seekers refugees -- whatever term we decide to use to describe those who are so desperate for a new life that they'll do anything to achieve it. Some are fleeing persecution, others escaping famine and war.
Yesterday I saw a New York Times headline, Something Extraordinary Is Happening All Over the World, so I had to click for more. It was an essay by Lydia Polgreen, part of a series called The Great Migration, exploring how people are moving around the world today. The piece begins:
We are living in an age of mass migration.
Millions of people from the poor world are trying to cross seas, forests, valleys and rivers, in search of safety, work and some kind of better future. About 281 million people now live outside the country in which they were born, a new peak of 3.6 percent of the global population according to the International Organization for Migration, and the number of people forced to leave their country because of conflict and disaster is at about 50 million — an all-time high. In the past decade alone, the number of refugees has tripled and the number of asylum seekers has more than quadrupled. Taken together, it is an extraordinary tide of human movement.
The surge of people trying to reach Europe, the United States, Britain, Canada and Australia has set off a broad panic, reshaping the political landscape. All across the rich world, citizens have concluded — with no small prompting by right-wing populists — that there is too much immigration. Migration has become the critical fault line of politics. Donald Trump owes his triumphant return to the White House in no small part to persuading Americans, whose country was built on migration, that migrants are now the prime source of its ills.
Because I tend to dive down rabbit holes a search revealed that this huge number of displaced people is roughly the equivalent of the fourth largest country in the world, Indonesia.This is staggering, yet the response of the global community is to threaten possible asylum seekers, lower immigration quotas, seal borders.
This year, 2025, marks the tenth anniversary of the first wave of Syrian refugees to Canada and some of us were very involved in sponsorships. In our case it was an initiative of our congregation and other communities of faith. We all felt that this was a moral responsibility, and those of us who were Christians felt it was a Gospel imperative.We might shake our heads at the American debacle after an election based on fear and hatred of outsiders brought a cold-hearted tyrant to power again. Yet there is a growing anti-immigrant sentiment in Canada as well and I am saddened.
The other day we stopped in for lunch at the small restaurant of a Syrian family who arrived in 2016. They weren't part of our sponsored group of 23 but we would invite them to events at Bridge St Church. Nasr greeted us warmly and we chatted about his sister in Syria during this time of national uncertainty. Two of his kids are in college now, and they own a home and a broadening business. Canada is better for their presence here.
Let's pray that our hearts not be hardened to those who desire a new life, and not just those who come from relative stability in their countries of origin. Let's remember that the young Jesus was a refugee as part of a Holy Family on the move.
“Give me your tired, your poor,