I came to Paris to pursue justice through creativity and photojournalism. The photos I’ve taken this week have made me certain of a few things. These refugees are not broken people. Suffering does not a person break. These are people who give their warmest, most comfortable belongings to the sick. These are people who line up to greet the newly arrived pregnant woman to see who speaks the same language and can provide the most help. God is working through them. I can guarantee that he’s working through many of us too, but it seems like we, including the French church, have yet to answer. I hope that changes soon.
God help the outcasts, but help them by softening our hearts so that they no longer will be.