En el tiempo de mi angustia (In my time of anguish)


“O LORD, hear my prayer,
And let my cry come to you.”

Today’s responsorial psalm resonates with the prayer I find myself repeating time and time again. Padre Amado, ampárame. In English, this means “Beloved Father, shelter me.” As a Dreamer from El Salvador and Central American migrant, I am reminded every week that our current immigration system is neither kind nor welcoming to people of color. Whether migrants, refugees, or asylum seekers, our communities are systematically targeted, detained, and set for deportation in huge numbers. In this process, our God-given humanities are compromised to justify our marginalization from American society.

In this time of anguish, I can only turn to my Creator who is bigger and greater than any system of oppression. He will shelter and comfort me at all times. My task, however, is never forget Him in my moments of insecurity and affliction. My challenge, indeed, is to remember that His Love for me is greater than any man-made injustice that seeks to marginalize me on account of my immigration status and country of origin. So, I exclaim once again Padre Amado, amapárame.

“He has regarded the prayer of the destitute and not despised their prayer” continues the psalm. In my heart, I know these prayers of mine are being kindly heard by my Beloved Father. For the time being, I am at ease; the Holy Spirit is at work.

Editor’s Note: This piece was originally published as part of the Ignatian Solidarity Network Rise Up: A Lenten Call to Solidarity series.

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