We started at 7:00 a.m., the drive to Tijuana’s sanctuary for refugees living at the southern border. The trips are the same in many ways and so different each time.  The sameness is in the route, the time investment (usually 16 hours), the vehicle filled with supplies and generosity from strangers who know that people are waiting for the next chapter in their lives, to open.  Waiting is the thing that is prevalent at the church – some have been at the sanctuary for months.  One woman and her [continue reading . . .]