The Plight of the Refugee
It was late on a Friday evening when various texts began to emerge on my phone. A teenager, barely 18 years old, had been shot three times and was subsequently run over by the vehicle the criminals fled the murder scene with. His family was central to our Karen Congregation and ministry (Burmese refugees). I visited the family the next day. Eighteen multi-generational family members lived in the small three-bedroom home. Bunkbeds were stacked throughout the main floor. There was only seating for five people, yet 40 people were jammed in small living space. Officers from Community Services were there....