Then the word of the Lord came to (Elijah), saying, “Go now to Zarephath, which belongs to Sidon, and live there, for I have commanded a widow there to feed you.” So he set out and went to Zarephath. When he came to the gate of the town, a widow was there gathering sticks; he called to her and said, “Bring me a little water in a vessel, so that I may drink.” As she was going to bring it, he called to her and said, “Bring me a morsel of bread in your hand.” But she said, “As the Lord your God lives, I have nothing baked, only a handful of meal in a jar and a little oil in a jug; I am now gathering a couple of sticks so that I may go home and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it and die.” Elijah said to her, “Do not be afraid; go and do as you have said, but first make me a little cake of it and bring it to me, and afterward make something for yourself and your son. For thus says the Lord the God of Israel: The jar of meal will not be emptied and the jug of oil will not fail until the day that the Lord sends rain on the earth.” She went and did as Elijah said, so that she as well as he and her household ate for many days. The jar of meal was not emptied, neither did the jug of oil fail, according to the word of the Lord that he spoke by Elijah. ~ I Kings 17:8-16

This widow isn't someone the great prophet Elijah should have cared a hoot about. She wasn't one of his tribe. She lived in Sidon, which was in Canaan (modern day Lebanon).
She was an enemy.
She was also desperate. She had resigned herself that she had come to a point where she could no longer care for herself or her son. Death was imminent.
It took a stranger from an enemy tribe to show her that life was still possible.
Millions of mothers and fathers have been desperate enough all over the world to leave their homes to save their children - because to not do so would be to resign themselves to violence or death.
They rely on strangers to give them hope. Strangers who aren't from their own country. Strangers who live far away. Strangers who might even consider themselves enemies.
The plight of immigrants in the US - and all over the world - has reached a crisis point. Who will give these parents a little jug of oil and the promise of safety so that they might save their children?
Holy One, help me to be a beacon of hope for parents living in hopelessness because of the dangers in their own countries and homes. Amen
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