A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

 

I have been pondering about this Bible verse, at a time when so many lives must be making hard decisions about their immediate future.

I am referring of course, to immigrants that are being affected by the harsh laws, ordinances and attitudes that have been created lately against them.

I have been talking to some who are ready to resist and weather the situation as best they can.

Others are scared and have decided to give up and leave.

There is no general rule; after all, what can you do if two of your children were born in Mexico and three were born here? What if all have been raised here and have not finished high school?

Even more, what do you do if they speak more English than Spanish?

And what do you do if you came to the US with a tourist visa and have lived here 14 years since then? You bought a house and most of your relatives and friends are here now. Where, and to whom, do you go back to?

There are the cases where one of the spouses is a citizen and the other is an illegal immigrant. Is the family going to be split in half? Who should take the children, and how are they going to support themselves?

Some have told me that they are losing their properties, others tell me they don’t care anymore; they are still young and can try again elsewhere.

I wonder which of the Bible verses applies to these circumstances?

Is it time to uproot, time to mourn, time to throw away?

And for usÉ What time is it? Is it a time to be silent or a time to speak?

Is it a time to love? Will it be a time for peace?

When I look into the eyes of the immigrants, I ask myself if I was facing this ordeal, what would I expect from the other?

There is a time for everythingÉ.even a time to fight for what is right, though apparently it does not affect us directly. But it does.

When they leave, the empty houses and businesses will hit us hard, and then we will understand.