Cross the Border Cross the border? Real, or imagined, it's just a drawn line. Imagine... Imagine a line drawn between you and the nearest grocery store. Imagine... Imagine that you just ate a slice o' bread and you hunger for more. Imagine... Imagine the shelves o' food in that grocery store upon which your starvin' belly could dine. Imagine... Imagine that all you would have to do to cross the border is to crawl across that drawn line. Imagine... Imagine that YOU are the one whose job it is to shoot anyone who dares to cross that borderline drawn in front o' you. Imagine... Imagine that it is YOU who chooses to feed or to kill the hungry and then ask yourself, "What would Jesus have me do?" Real, or imagined, it's just a drawn line. Cross the border. ©Ruth Cox April 8, 2008