I have been around the world visiting nearly 40 countries in all. No matter where I found myself, the one thing I could always count on is that longing for home. That feeling of I would rather be home than here. A place familiar and beautiful and tolerant and substantial and diverse and prosperous and intentionally invitational.
Today I read something that STOPPED me in my center. It caused my heart to skip beats. It is where policy dictated actions that stir my spirit into a tailspin.
It made home feel unfamiliar. Detention centers being created at airports to keep others without due process out of our country.
What is happening? What is next? Where is my home?