WWJD?

I never joined any comment section before. Yes…I’m talking about our local news source- the “Patch”. Daily, I would just browse briefly and sort of scan any breaking news or other reports that could be helpful in increasing what I thought I already knew.

Until…

The protest started on that day…July 1st to be exact! I had grown tired hearing about how the media projected the protesters as “haters of children” just because they were successful blocking the buses that carried a few of illegal immigrants from Texas. I could feel for them. Before starting to comment, I also saw two groups formed against each other. The division among this great nations’ citizens growing wider. Not including the “outsiders” like La Raza and another group known as the Revolutionary Communist Party. Some of them displayed shredded American flags on the fence that surrounded the tiny Border Patrol Station. I never heard anything from the media regarding such acts. Except…How the town’s residents were racists and displayed nothing but anger towards those little children. I knew it was wrong and misinforming the majority of public.

Because the protest was not about who rode on those buses. The protest was about when this government would do something to solve the crisis going on in unprotected borders. It was evident. Texas was to transfer many bodies every three days. Without a set end date. With the sudden influx, more were expected to try to cross the border as they heard that they wouldn’t be deported once they successfully did so. Laws were not being enforced even then but a must since the waves of migrants had grown.All of a sudden.

I wasn’t thinking of those little children who successfully came. It was a fact they were getting help right away from the government. But I was becoming more angry thinking about those who didn’t make it. Those who fell attempting to jump from one car to another in that fast-moving train. That in doing so, they must have lost a limb or more and even their own lives. The little children becoming more prone to being abused by the smugglers and those around them with their own, evil interests.

The t.v.’s glare interrupted my thoughts. Then, I saw those signs. A mixture of everything. Coming from divided points of views. A little war brewing in this once quiet neighborhood. One stood out the most. Well…Two…

“Would Jesus deport children?”

And the other…

“What would Jesus do?”(WWJD)

I felt a stab. Into my heart. Of how rampant the latter has been used by many people. To address a situation. Even me. I often question myself the same when facing any adversity. When walking in the valley feeling all alone and vulnerable to any predators. When feeling injustice as I faced my own battles against people in higher positions from my workplace.

And in every season of my life’s journey, I’m finding that “question” not truly fitting to any situation. For in reality, no one truly knows the extent of what Jesus had done. True. We heard a few. Of how much willing of a servant He was. Of how much He loved everyone. Willing to forgive. To the point of dying on the cross to save humanity.

So, knowing we, humans, have finite minds and deceptive hearts, how much do we know what Jesus would do when we are facing life’s challenges? He said:

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” – Isaiah 55:8-9

No one truly knows what Jesus would do in a given situation. More likely, the answer that we want to hear applies to what our hearts want to happen most of the time.  I know…Because how many times I protested when He doesn’t give me what I want? ‘ Til it started sinking in…That it’s not what I want that matters…It’s what He wants for me.

So, as we all face a crucial time right here in our home, perhaps,…No! The right sign to carry should be:

“Jesus….What should I do?”