June 30, 2007
Immigrants
The governor of Texas, the state where I started what I thought at the time was growing up, was on the early news this morning talking about the current flood. A place called Marble Falls seemed among the hardest hit. It’s a pleasant enough town on the northern extent of the Hill Country and the eastern part of the central mineral region where all the marble comes from. CP and I stayed overnight there once in the best Hampton Inn ever.
As is a penchant of some Texans, too many I always felt when I lived there and since, the governor, searching for a way to describe the extent of the flooding, said it covers an area about the size of Oklahoma. If that is a simile, I think that he could have found a better one. I suppose it’s hard enough running a state that close to Texas without having to put up with such a comparison. It must be something like the Brits hearing more often than they want that England and Illinois are about the same size.
If they’re for people, borders, property lines, even fences strike me on the face of it as more or less an insult to God. I wonder that if the notion of having them at all and being so touchy about them doesn’t maybe come from our losing our lease in Eden. I’ll bet boundaries never entered Eve’s and Adam’s minds until they got shown the door.
Come to think of it, DNA says we’re all immigrants out of Africa, anyway. That we’re considered legal or illegal is only a construct of a misunderstanding of stewardship. The only boundary that much matters is the surface of the planet we live on. I’m not so sure that we really understand that, given the way we planted our flag on the moon, then started up a golf course. Then there’s the way we’re systematically dismantling our atmosphere here on earth. There’s no telling what we have in mind for Mars.
At least, the Star Trek saga has the good sense to include something called the Prime Directive which says that one mustn’t meddle in another’s affairs whatever and wherever, and which all the characters seem to take seriously enough. Might the governor of Texas begin watching some episodes and get the memo, maybe he’d show a little more tact and respect. On second thought, who are we churchers to talk?
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