I heard the story a hundred times. About how Dietrich Bonhoeffer and other German Christians took action against the Third Riech. How he chose faithfulness to God over faithfulness to government. How he was executed for following his faith and how he was an example to modern Christians.
I thought I understood the story.
And yet...the people who told me those stories, who so revered Bonhoeffer almost to the point of fetishization now stand on the opposite side of politics than I do.
I’ve been estranged from evangelicalism for a few years now. The last presidential election made it painfully clear that I see pretty much every issue differently than evangelicals.
But this week as I heard the cries for “mamasita” and “papi” coming from small immigrant children that our government had separated from their parents I broke down in tears and disbelief once again.
All that talk about Bonhoeffer’s noble acts and yet silence from most evangelicals on this? Years of hearing about how important it was to have strong families, but apparently not brown families? Countless fundraisers for friends going on missions trips to Spanish speaking countries, but not fundraisers for the Spanish speaking families who need help right now?
I hear those cries for “mamasita” in the voices of my own children as they cry for me, countless times each day. But, of course, I am there, able to comfort my babes and overwhelmed with grief for the parents who are not.
I’m no Bonhoeffer. I’m not risking my life or breaking the law to follow my convictions. But I am calling and donating and writing and praying and marching and sharing. I’m doing what I can.
And I’m looking around bewildered at evangelicals. Weren’t you all looking for a Bonhoeffer moment? And couldn’t this be it?