Love your refugee

This is post is going to discuss my ongoing conflict with people who are against the refugees coming to America. *This may hurt some feelings*

 

I come from a long line of immigrants, my mother, my uncle, both sets of my grandparents, my great grandparents on my dad’s side, and many great aunt’s and uncle’s. I am first generation American on my Mothers side and second generation on my father’s side. We originate from Italy. A low risk country. My family came to America to make a better life for themselves and generations to come. It took them a long time to process paper work, apply, make money, passports, green-cards, the whole nine yards. So, with that being said, it amazes me how my family can be against the Syrian refugees coming to America and this isn’t just my family, I see many of my fellow adult Facebook friends talking about how “We can’t even take care of our own and yet we want immigrants to come here?”. We call Syrian refugees dangerous, job stealing, terrorist. When in reality they are just human. 

My first point is going to be the immigration process and the circumstances Syrian people are living in. My family, living in a low risk country, took forever to come to America. Their own rush, was to make money. The immigration process is something that needs refining. Now, Imagine being a Syrian refugee, your neighborhood is being bombed, your husband was killed in war, your kids are starving. Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t try fleeing your country, legal or not. These people do not have the time, health, or money to wait around for the American government to process this much paperwork. I am not saying we should just let them in without documentation, but they need help and who are you to deny them of that? There are women and children of innocence dying and you want to close the borders? Put yourself in their shoes for just 5 whole seconds. Imagine America became war struck, no food, no water, and vicious bombs being dropped on homes like a rain storm. You’d escape, maybe to Canada, and Canada tells you “No”. Your dying kids look you in the eye and ask where they are going to sleep tonight. So please, soften your hearts to these people. America is too privileged sometimes to understand.

My second point is the so called “violence” these people bring. How dare, we Americans with the largest incarceration percentage in the world, call other people violent. Are some Syrians violent? Sure but so are some Americans and we let them live here. Please calm down with this excuse. Evaluate the people in your own country before you point fingers at others. My own grandmother called them violent and yet Italians brought the Mob to America. Nice.

Third. Please, do not sit here as a “Christian” and then post on FB that Syrian refugees are not welcome. Jesus would have taken them in Immediately with open arms and grace. He would have taken care of them. You people love to proclaim that people in America are struggling and not being helped so we shouldn’t bring in more people. Okay, well what are YOU doing to help the people here? Probably nothing. It is actually sickening to see people voice an opinion and take no action.  Syrian refugees need a refugee! Do some research on this war, that literally gets no mainstream media, before you make a judgment.

These people need are help. Let’s be the most powerful country in the world and use it for something other than new cellphones or shopping malls. Let’s use that power to help people in need and give them love and refugee.

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.”-Galatians 6:2

My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”- John 15:12

“Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality”- Romans 12:13

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Why I’m leaving the Republican party. . .

When I registered to vote on my 18th birthday, I didn’t even hesitate to check off “Republican”. A party my family so firmly stood behind. On my 18th birthday, I was  a fresh high school graduate with no solid religious beliefs and no outside understanding of the outside world. Be a christian and a college freshman truly changes your perspective on things and before the Leftist start cheering because they gained another member. . . I am not one of you either. There are many thing on either side that I do not agree with and I’ll take my time to explain my views and why they don’t align with either party.

  • I am pro life, meaning I am not just against abortion but euthanasia and the death penalty.
  • I am not anti-gay because I am christian, I love all my LGBTQ brothers and sisters.
  • I am not a feminist because I believe in gender roles but I do think women should be treated fairly and with respect.
  • I believe in equality for all races and ethnicities
  • I do not believe in letting illegal immigrants live here but I also do not believe in deporting millions of innocent people for the sake of ourselves
  • I believe in cheap higher education but not making the rich pay for it.
  • I believe in more women in the senate
  • I believe in feeding the hungry and assisting the poor but not just handing out free money because Jesus didn’t give the people fish, he taught them how to fish).
  • I don’t believe in global warming but I do believe taking care of mother earth is important because hey, we only get one earth.
  • The two party system is not sustainable
  • I believe in the second amendment but better background checks.
  • I am christian before I am a party

This list is only an short bullet example of why I can not side with just one party. Jesus served and loved and, personally, neither party does both. Choosing a candidate who represents the values of Jesus Christ and not their party platform. I pray you evaluate your reasoning for siding with a party. Is it because you’ve been this way all this time? Your dad is a republican? Your school is more liberal? What do YOU want in a candidate ? Take a look and decide if a party is actually your best option. Best wishes – Lex.

G.A.D

Do you know what those letters stand for? They stand for  “Generalized Anxiety Disorder.”  The textbook definition is “Severe, ongoing anxiety that interferes with daily activities (Mayo Clinic).” Before we get more in depth, what exactly is just “anxiety”? Well, Anxiety is A mental health disorder characterized by feelings of worry or fear that are strong enough to interfere with one’s daily activities (Mayo Clinic). This disorder is studied by psychologist and proven to be a disorder. The symptoms include

  • Pain areas: in the back
  • Whole body: fatigue, lightheadedness, restlessness, or sweating
  • Psychological: severe anxiety, fear, or repeatedly going over thoughts
  • Behavioral: hyper-vigilance or irritability
  • Cognitive: lack of concentration or unwanted thoughts
  • Also common: emotional distress, excessive worry, difficulty falling asleep, headache, nausea, sensation of an abnormal heartbeat, or trembling
Some may be asking why I am writing about this and it’s simply because I, unfortunately, suffer from it. Every minuet of everyday I am suffering.  This mental illness is not something people can always see or witness so they can easily write it off as not existing. Iv been told its “all in your head”. . . and yes it is. That’s exactly the problem. I can’t get a new brain or nervous system. I have what God gave me and I have to push through it every single day and it is not easy at all. I have anxiety attacks in my sleep, I get overwhelmed by the simplest stuff, I can’t enjoy things like everyone else because my brain always goes to worse case scenario. Having to turn down birthday parties and team bonding events because social anxiety gets in the way. Having to hide in the bathroom at work and cry and hyperventilate for 3o minuets because I can’t handle the atmosphere. Even presenting in class seems like torture. I am hardly ever at peace with myself. Constant nail biting, hair twirling, readjusting, making sure I look okay because God Forbid someone says something about the way I look.  I can be having a great day until someone doesn’t open a text message and my brain immediately tells me that person doesn’t like.. that I am not good enough.. that Im worthless. Anxiety is not just nervousness. It is so much more. It’s crying, trouble breathing, stomach pains, shaking, and begging God to take this disorder away from me.
I know that there are going to be ignorant people in this world who do not understand and refuse to believe this disorder is real but let me tell you it is. Please do the world a favor if you do not have a psych degree or suffer from mental health issues… watch what you say. It is hurtful and makes us anxiety people, feel beneath you. I want nothing more than to live in a world where my anxiety is considered a valid excuse to not show up for work or school. I want treatment to not be seen like it is only meant for “crazy” people. Mental disorders are very very real and just because we can’t see them does not mean we can brush them off. Anxiety Disorder is something that I ask all of you to take the time and research and educate yourselves on.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and be understanding. I hope by that opening myself up to people, we can learn something or two about mental illness and take a stance together to end the stigma. Lots of love – Lex.

Saturdays

It has been about a month and some days since I’ve been a disciple and a college student. Doing what college kids do, the studying (Bible and for tests), the sharing, ( The Word and homework help), and the participating (Church and . . . wait). Participating is where I hit my wall. How am I , an 18 year old college student , not participating ? I struggle with participating in college life while still holding to my Christian morals. Can I sit in a room with a ton of girls who are gossiping? Can I go out on the weekends but not drink? Can I be the “typical” college student while still being a Disciple.  No. The simple answer is that I can’t because I’m not “typical” I’m a child of God but this does not mean I need to be tucked into bed at 6 pm on a Saturday night either. God wants us to enjoy life and rejoice in it but just not in those stereotypical college ways. I can be so easy (too easy) to fall into the trap of “It’s college, this is what you are supposed to be doing” mindset.

I use Saturday because Saturday is my worst day. The day I sit in my misery of loneliness and fear. Saturday is the night everyone goes out and embodies college. Me? I’m in my dorm room questioning why as a Christian I have to miss out, which is so dangerous. In the Bible, Saturday holds a significance too. Jesus died on Friday and rose on Sunday but what was everyone doing on Saturday? You guessed it.. waiting. Just waiting and questioning and praying and struggling, some more than others. Those Disciples had the same struggles that I do. That is something I find comforting and humbling.

My Church ministry does a phenomenal job of keeping us occupied a majority of the time, keeping us away from the temptations of college life but Saturday is up to me, so with that being said I need to make a promise to myself and God to utilize Saturday for something better. Use my alone time to pray, to connect with my fellow brothers and sisters, and to just reflect on the other activities I could be doing that do not involve temptations (board games, Disney movie marathon, catching up on homework). So, starting this Saturday, I am choosing to flourish in Saturday and to no longer sulk in the fear and doubts that Satan throughs at me. – AC