Building Bridges Not Walls



Christians are called to build bridges not walls. When we bridge the divisions between people, all are stronger and more human. Building walls to exclude others is not the way Jesus acted or taught. His was a religion of inclusion, of loving even our enemies. "For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax-collectors do the same?”(Mt 5:46)

 Walls are easier to build; bridges take a lot of planning and patience. We need to start with small gestures of acceptance, a smile, a gesture, a nod. Perhaps we can move on to an invitation or conversation. This could lead to a dialogue or mutual sharing of ideas. Hopefully, this might bring about  the beginnings of trust, but we have to be ready for rejection too. Jesus experienced a lot of rejection, but he did not give up. He kept reaching out and was willing to give his life to show the depths of his love. 

 I’m reminded of a quote from Marianne Williamson in A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of a Course in Miracles:“We’re all assigned a piece of the universe that is ours to transform. Our corner of the universe is our own life – our relationships, our homes, our work, our current circumstances – exactly as they are. Every situation we find ourselves in is an opportunity, perfectly planned by the Holy Spirit, to teach love instead of fear.”

May we learn to see our current immigrant situation as an opportunity to teach love, to build bridges of understanding and transformation.  

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