I have spent the twenty three years I've been home from two years in Costa Rica wondering how so many people I knew could go to a foreign country and serve the people, then come home, have a good cry about how much you love the people of (insert country name here), and then reliably vote to hurt those that come to our country as immigrants and refugees.
Watching police and politicians and school administrators work to destroy the people their job is to serve, I'm coming to a hypothesis. And, I know that this is obvious to so many of you, but serving other people is hard. They are often recalcitrant and tired and distracted, just like us. And it is a simple transition to just. stop. caring. Think the people you're helping are dumb or dirty or selfish or weak . Thinking they are less worthy then yourself. It is an easy decision, you sacrificed much to come and serve, and you get hurt or rejected or ignored. Clearly they are at fault. Except,
That is wrong. Love is first and last.
I have some repenting to do. For example, I looked down on so many people for using phrases like "si Dios quiere", when asked if they would do something. My father, visiting me, saw a home that was mostly dirt, and realized that they were happy because they had sufficient. He drew strength and contentment from that.
Serving people is hard and full of heartbreak. If there is something I can say or do to lift you up and dust you off, please reach out. I will do my best to watch, but I'm as fragile and broken as the rest of you and will fail, and hopefully reach out.
We're in this together.