Last month, a number of my El Crucero girls were all a-twitter about some threats of “killer clown” attacks they had been hearing (and were repeating). According to word of mouth, these killer clowns were going to wreak havoc at a local school. They were also, supposedly, going to be out on Halloween night, killing at random.
My girls believed these stories and were scared. I firmly told them on several occasions that there is no such thing as killer clowns–they are a myth, an urban legend meant to scare people. “There is nothing to fear,” I confidently told them.
And of course, Halloween came and went with no killer clown episodes whatsoever.
Fast forward to yesterday afternoon when I arrived at homework help and two of my girls greeted me with the question, “Did you hear who won?”
“Yes, I heard.”
“Now we are going to have to move to Mexico.”
“But your mom was born here, wasn’t she?” I ask.
“Yes, but our dad was wasn’t. And —–‘s family is from Guatemala. They are going to be sent away.”
I asked the girls to remember how worried they had been about the killer clowns.
“You were worried for nothing, weren’t you? Don’t be afraid. Just because someone says something doesn’t make it true. One person doesn’t have the power to say something and have it magically happen.”
I full-well know that deportation is not, nor has it ever been, an impossibility for members of these children’s families, but I don’t want them to be consumed with worry about all the what-ifs. Mostly, I want them to know that I have hope that all will be okay.
“Let’s pray for your dad,” I say and they nod in happy agreement.
Then this morning, a friend sent me this picture of a letter that was handed to a child at a local charter school–the same charter school that SIX of my El Crucero middle school girls attend.
I don’t think I have to express how horrified I am by this letter.
Friends, if the church won’t take a stand against hate and fight for sake of those who have no power to fight for themselves, then who will?
This morning, I’m praying. I’m praying that what I’ve told my girls is true. I pray that they are safe and I pray that their families are safe; because after reading this note, I’m beginning to worry that maybe killer clowns are real.
I think you’ll find that virtually no one who holds hands with the poor and downtrodden feels happy about the outcome of this election.
My blogosphere is full of important posts this week. One post that expresses much of my feelings/thoughts is by Stephanie–a young woman who grew up as a missionary kid in South Africa and now lives in Texas: To my friends who are relieved today.
And here’s a heart-exposing post from an African American brother: Longer Still (Post Election Reflections of a Black Man amongst the Evangelicals)
Another is written by a blogger who lives in the Portland area among refugees: Day 8 and Day 9.
And from my blogger buddy who often sleeps out in the cold with the homeless and has a swinging door of foster children passing through his house these days: You Heard it Here First Folx!
The truth is that Jesus-followers are not limited to the either/or’s of our world and culture. Jesus always offers a third way–a way of humility, compassion and integrity. I long for the church to exert its energy, not on culture wars, but on finding and following that third way. Marantha!