All Together Now

To those of you who are trying to follow my blog, I'd like to say sorry about not posting very consistantly. I did try to post a couple days ago and blogspot (or Tim's computer) was acting up so i couldn't.
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Yesterday we did an excersize on hospitality. Krista sent us into Chicago and told us to spend the whole day being hospitable to others. It was Labor Day, and in the park we were at a march was being organized (apparently there is always some sort of march on Labor Day in Chicago.) This march was a protest of unfair treatment and deportation of immigrants in America. There were signs being held saying "No human is illegal" and chants ringing out crying "Obama, escucha, estamos de la lucha!" (Obama, listen, we are for the fight!) The people were a mix of white and Latin American, there were labor unions, politicions, families, and college students. There were speaches given in Spanish and in English, people handing out flyers and pamphlets promoting various causes (one about how much we need a Communist revolution) and everyone was (or seemed to be) actively, even aggressively, passionate about justice and immigration laws.
The march finally began and I walked with them, listening to the chants rippling from Spanish to English and back again.

By walking in the march I was attempting to show hospitality to immigrants. As I thought about it though, I wondered if the march really had anything to do with the kind of hospitality and love we are to show to others as followers of Christ. I honestly do care about the cause as I see it. It is a fight for the justice and liberation of people, of my family (family as I have come to understand it in the larger, global sense.) But did it really matter in the long run, or to anyone personally, that I walked a few blocks with a crowd of people who were much more vocal and passionate and informed than I?