Yesterday as my grandson’s 5th grade class stood on risers singing, I thought of the verse from Rev. 7, “I looked, and there was a large crowd that no one could count, from every nation and tribe and people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb.” Among those singing and those of us attending, there were women and girls in headscarves, people of Hispanic origin, African Americans and, I assume, immigrants from Africa, people from southeast Asia, and the area of the Indian Ocean. All immigrants and descendants of immigrants. Yes, there was a minority, descendants of immigrants from northern Europe.
I thought of something I read somewhere about all men are created equal with inalienable rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. I thought of the jinned up paranoia and xenophobia which has been revealed in the hearts of far too many in these days, yes, even those who claim the cross and the resurrection.
Jesus last words were not about maintaining a supposedly American way of life, not words of xenophobia and paranoia, but in the power of the Holy Spirit to “testify of Me in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the farthest parts of the world, Acts 1:8.” And that is what the book of Acts is about, as the Jewish Christians in Jerusalem went out, sometimes forced out to other cultures, peoples and languages.” They needed to learn to overcome their distain and suspicious of the goyim (That’s you and me).