Beloved, may we prepare and make way for the dispossessed, those fleeing violence and the threats of violence, those leaving behind lands destroyed by storms and our changing climate, those seeking a better, a more just, life with space to breathe and love and thrive. Beloved, when we send out ships may we be watching for migrants sailing on the fumes of prayers and diesel and set adrift by smugglers, may we bring them to shore and help them, treating them with the kindness and dignity and hospitality that, were our places exchanged, we would dream and pray for. Beloved, may we cut down the saw-laden buoys whose only purpose is to mangle and hurt people desperate for a place to survive, for medical care, for work, to be free to love who they love. They did not create the exploitative world, the economics that make sense to risk life and limb to migrate. They bring skills, and dreams, and so much vibrancy. May we let them in, make way and make welcome, put them to work building a nation of care and compassion, and rejoice in these new neighbors, coworkers, friends, and kin. Take off your shoes. Rest your weary feet. Welcome home. Amen.
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