The Statue of Liberty’s crown opens to the public today, Independence Day. Many will climb her and see what she sees. Beneath her, within the pedestal she stands on she speaks. Listen…
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
—Emma Lazarus, 1883 (Excerpt from The Colossus)
As I listen to her I hear echoes of our Lord: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28) I also glimpse sightings of Jesus’ receptivity to the down and out, the marginalized people of His day. None are excluded from His Kingdom, He stands with arms wide open, ready to receive, ready to heal and provide hope. Like the masses who’ve flocked to our shores, He’s received all who seek and surrender to Him.
America, do we still echo our Lord through Lady Liberty? Do our hearts open at the sight of fresh immigrants in our neighborhoods? Do we actually see and extend helping hands to those who vacantly sit on park benches? Are our churches safe havens for the vulnerable?
Thanks Lady Liberty for reminding us of who we are and where we come from…somehow I think our Lord smiles on you today…