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.