Syrian Refugees

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I have to be out of my freaking mind to even attempt to make sense of this topic.

In fact, I kind of think that it should be out of my hands...

...and your hands...

We elect officials to make these sorts of decisions and eventually that decision will be made.

And one side or the other will bitch about it.

But since everyone is bitching about it...

...Off we go!

There are people in Syria who are running for their lives.

That can't really be disputed.

They no longer have homes. Some have children. A parent trying to keep a child safe is desperate. If they stay in the country that they lived in...

...they may starve, meet a violent end, or worse, be tortured before either of the first two things happens.

Other nations are making the decision to allow these fleeing refugees into their country...

...or not.

Here in the United States we have often been a place that is a safe haven in such circumstances.

A lot of people are now saying:

F%^K That Noise! We have enough problems!!

Those are the facts.

A lot of people are sticking with the idea that the United States of America should aspire to be the place where people are welcome.

Will the terrorists infiltrate the fleeing refugees, enter our country and terrorize our citizens?

Maybe.

We have suffering vets, homeless people right here.

We have enough problems!

We have people who can't put enough food on their own table.

We don't need to offer any more handouts!

Yet what needs to be answered here is this?

Do we still want to be known as the nation that offers comfort to those who are suffering?

Or will we bury our collective heads in the sand and close the doors?

For those who say, over and over again that this is a Christian nation...is that the Christian thing to do?

(Some are arguing that we have to shut out the refugees while also crying about other people saying 'Holiday Tree' - you can't do both!).

It's not an easy question.

It's causing arguments all over this great country.

Did you notice I used 'great' in the above sentence with country?

What has made America great?

I'm of the opinion that not all nations are great.

America's people make it great.

America aspiring to be more makes it great.

We can shut it all down.

We can certainly turn our back.

It may make us safer.

It may also make us less than great.

I'm not touching it.

I have an opinion.

I'm sure you do too.

But you know what really makes me sad?

We can't even have a truly civil conversation about it.

And a lot of people are suffering because of that.

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