Your shadows provide a place to hide
From all the cares we left inside
The place we normally would abide
But found no comfort there
Your leaves of green found in the Spring
Bring such a sense of lost serene
Into a cluttered world of dreams
That’s void of hope or care
We share a bond that co-depends
Of CO2 and oxygen
You give a gift that gives again
Your nature knows no sin
So essential to lull of life
A relationship that brings no strife
I find your shadow even in the night
In company of soothing wind
Your nature knows no sin
— Marcus Williams
“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed.” — 1 John 3:2
Down at the Border is a different world. From the outside looking in, it is simply the place where two countries meet. The USA has several borders — a couple oceans, Canada, and Mexico. But there’s only one Border where we actively debate building the wall. This Border is symbolic of many things, and it carries different meaning for different people.
If you are an indigenous person living on the Border, your ancestors remember when the miles were not named for different countries, when the people belonged to the land, before it became a possession of governments. If you are Mexican, you have a historical memory of the Mexican-American War, of the USA annexing parts of your country, of some of your ancestors over-night becoming USA citizens. If you are from the USA, your historical memory depends on which part of the Border you are on, what color your skin is, and which political voices you have heard.
One of the most telling cultures of The Border is the Chican@ culture — made up of the indigenous, the Mexican immigrants, and the white Americans. Here, there is a mestizaje, a land where the cultures intermingle and create their own language. Here, the people know a deeper meaning of the word “difference” and know that it is not very far away.
Some of the voices who have spoken words of woe about the Border crossers do not see the similarity or the closeness of our differences. The nature of people is so similar, and at the Border, people’s natures have mingled and met, have created children. The Border knows that our “nature knows no sin.” The Border knows that within our nature is the DNA of being children of the same Parent. “We are all God’s children.”
“What we will be has not yet been revealed.” Only in time does the offspring of the collaborative cultures give way to their future identity. Only in time do we begin to see how God is at work. So — as we engulf ourselves in what happens at the Border, at the borders of our small social circles, and at the borders of the people we think are acceptable — let us pray that God empowers us to see a future together.
Prayer: Dear Jesus, who sees deeper than the lines we draw on the skin of the earth you created, look deeper than the boundaries we believe to exist. Help us to see that barriers, like the differences of race that we created, are more for the benefit of our kingdoms than of yours. Help us to struggle for the Kingdom in which we will know no border between us. Amen.