An hour at immigration today made me realize:
1. I never want to have to do the job where you tell people they can't stay here...
2. When you know someone's story and their heart, they are no longer a statistic. It's harder to explain to a person why they cannot stay in Canada, than to a statistic.
3. On Him we have set our hope. And hope, my friends, is powerful.
4. People can steal your heart and become part of your family when you let them. And for that reason, you will you cry when you are told their deportation date.
Here's to hope.