Reflections on the Immigrants in my Life.
I can not speak against Immigrants. About 17 years ago a physician..Dr. Azziz operated on me in Los Angeles CA...it saved my life. My Doctor is named Dr. Nazim..she has provided healthcare for me for over 10 years. She works at the Hubert Humphrey Clinic in Los Angeles providing healthcare for thousands every year. She is patient and kind and always on her post.
When I had my surgery recently, the kind nurses were from all over the world. The X-ray technician who prayed for me, was Hispanic. The transport staff who took care me was from various parts of the globe. My precious pulmonary Dr. Weir, is my physician, friend and sister in Christ. She has walked me through these last few months with loving care, as she helps me rehabilitate my lung. Jesus has used these awesome vessels to facilitate his healing.
I have a dear friend Dr. Tabassian who is an immigrant and a great sister in Christ now. She converted to Christianity, suffered persecution in her own country, because of it. She worked hard to become a doctor. She is double board certified in her field. She is concerned about the health of people and provides healthcare and services in South Central Los Angeles. Her efforts in medicine have taken people off of renal dialysis. She shares her knowledge freely with any who needs it.
I have God daughters and God Sons whose parents are immigrants. I love them. If it wasn't for their parents I would not have the pleasure of knowing these precious individuals. We have worked together in South Central Los Angeles taking care of the poor and disadvantaged. They have served as a bridge to broken people. We have served the homeless and hungry together. They are a credit..good citizens, and parents. Their bi lingual abilities have enabled to minister to different cultures.
Five years ago when my best friend JoAnn and my ex husband Lawrence Moten died, these young people, whose parents are immigrants, circled me and held me as I wept at the news. When I came back to Los Angeles from the funerals..2 that I had to preach..I became very ill. They looked after me like my own children. These young people helped me pack, when I had to move..and drove me around when I needed it. I love them immensely. No national affiliation can change that. My god daughter Diana Brown is my right hand. She has been a wonderful comfort.
These people are part of my life. I can not imagine them not being there. They have been a comfort and a strength to me..they have shown love to me. I have a friend from Belize who is an immigrant. She has been a sister in Christ and a prayer partner. We go to Menchies and eat frozen yogurt together. I have another friend Matoula Tsiboukas Krokidas, she and her husband own a great little restaurant. I go there all of the time to eat. She is so sweet. I miss seeing her.
I am glad these people have introduced me to their culture and enhanced me. They have educated me about their countries and shared their life stories. They laugh, live and love.
I have friends from Jamaica, who I eat with every Sunday, when I am in Los Angeles. Mother Marjorie Jones, is my friend . I have friends from Mexico,El Salvador, Trinidad..so many other countries..I am framed by loving people from all over the world.
My heart is broken for them and their families. I am praying for our country and as a Christian I am trying to be obedient to the Word of the Lord by praying for our president.My friends and extended family are hurt by the harsh hatred coming from the White House.
I love these people and respect their contributions to our society. Please continue to pray and respect these individuals as people with families, goals and feelings. They have a right to peace. Wickedness is not a color or a race. It is an internal indication of the sinful nature of man and that has no outward appearance. It is a demonstration of the heart. Please pray for me..as I pray for our country and my friends.
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