We watched the documentary "Lost Boys of Sudan" a couple of nights ago. I really didn't know what to expect. We had selected it in our Netflix cue and it eventually showed up in our mailbox. Coordinating movie time for just mom and dad usually takes days or weeks in our house. But, Friday night the calendars finally aligned and Heather and I had the TV all to ourselves.
I didn't know that so many of them had traveled for days and weeks and months across treacherous territory. Taking attacks from gun-firing army militias, blood thirsty lions and hyenas, and the most paralyzing of all fears - starvation.
I didn't know so many of them had reached neighboring countries such as Kenya and Ethiopia and were set up in refugee camps.
I didn't know that they lived in those camps for many, many years.
I didn't know that so many had been given visas to enter the US via a government sponsored program.
I didn't know that we as a nation had turned our backs on them once they arrived. OK, so maybe we didn't actually turn our backs on them, but how did we really help them once they got here?
In the end, the movie had a number of moments that stirred the mind to consider these people that are nearly invisible to us. Many people have provided help in a variety of ways, but have we really met their needs? Have we really invited them into our country and our culture? Have we embraced them so that they feel welcome in our churches? Have we left the comforts of our churches to go and minister to them?