For years, my older son said the same thing every time he called:

“Hello, this is Ethan Carey, your black son.”

We told him over and over that we knew his voice. We knew it was him. He could just say, “it’s Ethan.” It became a family joke. He still does it when he leaves messages just for fun.

We know him. We will always know him. I mention this because sometimes we hear talk about America being a Christian nation or how we have to return to our Christian values. I think of my faith and my values as I watch anti-immigrant news stories and I wonder, ‘if we are a Christian nation with Christian values, shouldn’t we all feel deep pain and sadness about our immigration crisis?

Regardless of how we feel about our borders, people being here undocumented, and whether they should stay or go, shouldn’t we be examining the issue of these peoples’ lives with great compassion, respect and concern?

When someone talks about “illegals” do they realize they are talking about a child of God–whom He knows? Do they know He knows their name, their life story and every hair on their head?

I wonder how my fellow Christians reconcile their faith with the very harsh language being spoken about immigrants. I wonder what Jesus would say about borders around a Christian nation. It is strange to even write–borders around a Christian nation.