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I wonder

By Jaime Fitzgerald

JaimeI wonder what Jochebed was thinking.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as her belly grew and the decree from the king stated that all male children be slaughtered at birth.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as she went into labor in an unfamiliar place, and a midwife helped to deliver her baby.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as she held her newborn pride and joy in her arms and realized she indeed had birthed a son.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as Moses cried during the three months of her hiding him from the world.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as she placed Moses in a basket and set him off down the river into the unknown.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking when her daughter called for her to come and nurse a Hebrew baby and it was her own son.

I wonder what Jochebed was thinking as she gave Moses up for adoption to the Pharaoh’s daughter.

I wonder what Mary was thinking.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when an angel came to her, an unmarried teenager, and said she would give birth to God’s son.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when she went into labor in an unfamiliar place, not in the best of circumstances.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when she had to go through the pains of labor in a public area, with no sound barriers for privacy other than the noises of the animals and the sounds of crickets chirping.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when shepherds from a neighboring town, smelling quite stinky from a long days work in the field showed up in the ‘delivery area’ to bring greetings and have a peek at the newborn baby.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when Joseph woke her in the middle of the night and startled her with the news that God had sent a message to go and to hide because Herod was searching for their baby to kill him.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when she heard the news that the mass slaughter of baby boys had ended and they were safe.

I wonder what Mary was thinking when she realized how many tiny infant boys died through murder while her family was in Egypt.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking, as she looks at her pregnant belly unable to see her swollen feet from a long days walk trying to escape the war and the violence.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking, as she gets closer to delivering her baby into a world of chaos and uncertainty.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking as she gives birth to her perfect child, in an unfamiliar place, not in the best of circumstances.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking as she sleeps on the floor of a stranger who has welcomed her family in and even embraced her colicky, inconsolable infant.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking as she realizes for the first time that her baby may never meet its grandparents, or extended family because of the lack of safety in their homeland.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking as the death toll increases by the hour of innocent children and adults who have been senselessly slaughtered.

I wonder what the Syrian mother is thinking as she boards an airplane with her four month old to a foreign and unknown land of the United States where media reports portray that she is unwanted, but she has no other choice.

I wonder what we are thinking.

I wonder what we are thinking, privileged citizens of ‘the land of the free.’

I wonder what we are thinking as we scan through social media or news stations sitting in the comfort of our homes and see the corruption and devastation happening all around us.

I wonder what we are thinking as refugees enter our land with no more than an overnight bag and an incredibly high risk of developing posttraumatic stress disorder from what their eyes and ears have witnessed.

I wonder what we are thinking about offering hospitality and acceptance to our Syrian brothers and sisters.

I wonder what we are thinking about the language barrier that will inevitably be present as we welcome refugees into our homeland.

I wonder what we are thinking about sharing our resources in which we have extra.

I wonder what we are thinking about our children playing on the playground with kids from around the world.

I wonder what we are thinking, as Syria becomes our neighbor and is no longer a random country studied in geography class.

I wonder if we can do more than think. May we act justly, may we love kindly, and may we accept whole-heartedly.

Jaime Fitzgerald is a CBF Vestal Scholar and second-year student at Gardner-Webb School of Divinity in Boiling Springs, N.C. She currently serves as the intern at First Baptist Church of Shelby, N.C. 

2 thoughts on “I wonder

  1. A reminder to us all that the Lord has called us to treat the “alien” among us with love and respect and to remember that we who are Christians are only traveling through this world as just the same, strangers in a strange land. Just as we long for our true home in the promised land, we should be welcoming those fleeing persecution and leading them in The Way, for they are none other than our neighbor, who we are called to love. Will be sharing this post and praying for your ministry. God Bless!!!

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