Border Stories

Border Stories: Meet me in the middle

Border Stories: Meet me in the middle

I boarded a plane to El Paso late on a Sunday evening. The flight would only last an hour, and so I settled down in the middle seat between two young women. Both women appeared to be about the same age and race, both friendly as I squeezed through with my big camera...
“We space”: an invitation for every church

“We space”: an invitation for every church

In a recent trip to the El Paso/Ciudad Juarez border, I had the opportunity to sit with a lovely indigenous woman who has been a doctor serving faithfully in the Anapra region of Mexico for decades. Doctora Mendoza is not only caring for people in a very poor town but...
Border Stories: When I was hungry, you fed me

Border Stories: When I was hungry, you fed me

Our team pulls in to the gated parking lot of what looks like a repurposed restaurant: flat red roof, stucco walls, absent sign. In the distance, the Franklin Mountain Range creases the middle of El Paso, separating east and west. We are on the eastern side, and the...
Border Stories: The kingdom in our midst

Border Stories: The kingdom in our midst

We met him on a dry, dusty Tuesday in Juarez, Mexico. I will call him Leon,* a man God used to show us the kingdom. He was a resident at Casa del Migrante, a temporary home and refuge for migrants. Leon, his wife and their two children had recently made the 2,000-mile...
Border Stories: What about “those” people

Border Stories: What about “those” people

I am not a newcomer to the discussion of immigration in the United States. Since 2006, I have spoken in many places, including congressional hearings and press conferences. I have met with multiple senators and Congress people, and even President Obama in the Oval...