imagine i was the slave
Imagine with me. I’m your son. I’m playing in the fields outside when all of a sudden I am captured and put on a ship never to see you again. The ship begins sail to a distant land.
I receive meager rations on that ship as many of my shipmates fall ill and die. Others are diseased and thrown overboard. I survive.
Once the ship lands, I step afoot to this new land while in shackles. I’m stripped naked of the cloth I was wearing and am put in front of a group of men to whom I will go to the highest bidder.
I am further chained and taken away to my new ‘home.’ All of this is done with the approval and support of the government and law of the land in which I have landed.
Where once I ran free in the fields outside my home, I am now a slave to the fields where my owner profits.
Imagine with me. If I were your child, would you say that I was taken to a country that was founded on Christian principles and doctrine? Would you say that I now lived in a Christian nation?
I doubt it.
It helps to have another perspective.