I’ve been learning a bit about the issue of displaced people—immigrants, refugees—while in Brussels. It’s really stretching my heart—homelessness "looks" so different here compared to my experiences in Detroit.
The past two Sunday evenings, some friends have gone to a church in Brussels where around 200 people 'sans papier' (without papers) are on a hunger strike hoping to get the attention of the Belgian government and be given permission to stay in the country legally. We drop off water; we hang out; we pray. The issues and their stories are complicated…and to be totally honest, it’s hard for me to even really wrap my mind around their situations—the feeling of having nowhere to go…of one’s best hope to be walking towards serious injury or even death to maybe find a ray of light.
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