Immigration Justice Is A Jesus Issue

It was a muddy and miserable Saturday night in the Autumn of 2015. Cold. Rainy. The kind of rain that caresses the earth all through the day and leaves your bones shivering at night. I found myself on the slippery slope of an invisible border between two European countries.

While thousands of people waited on one side of that fence, we ran back and forth through the slippery, thick mud to a station…