This is the fourth and final post in Linda Hartke’s Lenten series on her experiences wearing a GPS ankle monitor. If you’re just joining us, please start with Part 1.
It is the last day. Yes, the last day of Lent, but also the last of these 40 days that I will wear this GPS ankle monitor in solidarity with mothers from Central America who have fled north with their children seeking safety. These mothers don’t really have a choice. If they stay in their homeland of Guatemala, Honduras, or El Salvador chances are that their children will be killed because they refuse to join the gangs, or they will die violently because they join the gangs. And so they come north seeking refuge, praying for safe passage, and with hope that they might rebuild their lives in this land of immigrants.
Unlike these mothers, I won’t sleep in fear this night.
Unlike these mothers, I am not forced to make the horrible decision to flee my homeland. Unlike these mothers, I enjoy freedom, safety and hope for a future. Unlike these mothers, this night I will be able to remove my GPS ankle shackle after my 40-day sojourn.
I have learned a lot in these days, and I have prayed a lot. The promise of God’s boundless love for all His children that comes with Easter is one my heart awaits.
In you, Lord, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame; deliver me in your righteousness.
Turn your ear to me,come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.
Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead and guide me.
Keep me free from the trap that is set for me, for you are my refuge.
My times are in your hands; deliver me from the hands of my enemies, from those who pursue me.
Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
Psalm 31:1-4, 15-16