Sitting in these different spaces, many funded a through the Catholic Church, has renewed my faith in the church and what the true work of faith is. Seeing not only priests and nuns, but volunteers dedicating their time, energy and love to advocate for the migrants. We have visited a parish in El Progresso, the Order for Human Mobility, where the parish is working to support migrants, advise them of the risks of the journey, help support them with trainings, and working to heal the trauma of the fractured family. In Guatemala City, we visited a house for migrants run by the Scalabrini order and again you have volunteers and people of faith working to provide a temporary home for migrants passing north and south. They work hard to open their arms to people who are fleeing violence, poverty, and threats. Some have been deported both from the United States and Mexico. La casa de migrante, as the house is called, is not just about a bed but to know that they will be received with dignity, offered food with dignity, and rest themselves in dignity.
The work I am witnessing reminds me of my own Catholic beliefs and the role that those of us who have never had to live this journey must take. We must challenge the way we speak about migrants and work to recognize the human dignity of all human beings. We also must not just offer charity to those passing through but work towards justice that puts pressure on our own governments and the role our governments and our own consumption plays in this migration cycle.