As I get older I appreciate more, my raising.
When I read of little children separated from their mothers at the border of the wealthiest nation ever to exist under the sun, all I think of of is Matthew 25:35
“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:”
Old time Christianity is out of fashion these days, which is a pity, you know?