ICE comes to town.

As I write this, I am sitting in the Huddle House in Carthage, MS and waiting on a phone call. Not just any phone call but a phone call that will help me spring into action. Today, a chicken plant not too far from Carthage was raided for illegal immigrants. The workers were rounded up, put on a bus and taken to Jackson for processing. The bus to Jackson contained husbands, wives and parents.

Thankfully, because our area of Mississippi cares for people...our proactive schools quickly made plans in case students needed care, our church leaders made phone calls and the community began to rally around the idea that children, students or at risk adults may need help.

We must live what we have wished others were doing. We can not hide behind "The poor children in Texas" and a "Can't believe what is happening at the border" issue. Now, the issue is close and near and in our town. We can't hide behind our "prayers" and "good thoughts" for children who are separated from parents and parents who are torn away from children.

I've finished my food and now an update-the detainees who do not have criminal records and have children at home will be allowed to go home. Husbands will walk in the doors of their homes to hug wives, Moms will come home to reassure little ones, and grandparents will phone loved ones tonight.

Tomorrow? who knows what may happen. But I want to be ready to share whatever I have and whatever I can do. How about you?