 an opening play that has the purpose to change situations. No good. That's the end. With their train of ancient venerable prejudices and opinions it's equated before they can ossify and manned conditions of life. His real and dangerous highway system that points us here. People must shade material for God making. A general thank you God Sunday through Sunday useful for all occasions. Mystery God we know nothing about. It's the special God of the day the God of moms and kids who shouldn't be separated. So we sing the hymn of the day first which is blue and mages to the courage which allows moms and kids to flee to sea. In southern Arizona truck loaked and bounced over the notoriously duff rough desert roads on our way to the ranch on the outskirts of town against the backdrop of the mountain ranges that separate the U.S. from Mexico south of Tucson. Upon arrival we introduced ourselves to the travelers. It was a family assembled in front of us. There was a mother and her daughter as well as the daughter's boyfriend all from Honduras. They were cordial but timid shuffling their feet eyes cast downward as Katarina explained that she would be taking their vitals. We were here to help friends of the church. Samaritanos. They had been on the road for over a month. They crossed the southern border of Mexico by foot before trudging through the jungles of Oaxaca and Tabasco and Chiapas walking the hills and stopping in small villages to rest. They had never been to El Norte before but it became their home for some time as they struggled to find funds to cross into the U.S. eventually hoping to be reunited with family in San Jose, California. Their desert journey had been intense and they felt unwell. The days of waiting to cross, the hot sun, the terrain, their shoes were torn and their feet covered in blisters. They had been chased by La Migra, gotten away, became lost until now. With Katarina's presence, a skilled wilderness EMT, I stepped back to watch her, taking mental notes of her observations and intuition, her precision and care. Things were going slowly. She stared down at her notes, furrowing her brow. Something was amiss. Estas embaresada, she asked the younger women. My eyes widened as my heart sank. Our younger female patient was five months pregnant. I stepped out to allow some privacy. Katarina returned outside after some time to update me. Things were complicated. She had noticed the color of the older women's skin as well as the younger ones, both jaundiced and yellow. There was likely something going on with their liver. She phoned a doctor for more advice. The doctor surmised that they both had hepatitis but with no lab to take samples, we were forced to diagnose on observations alone. We settled into what would be a long afternoon. The family told me that they were done walking. They were ready to get picked up by their ride. I tailed deeply and began my explanation of where we were of the Border Patrol checkpoints which lay north on each road. Even if I called an ambulance, they would be captured upon leaving the hospital. If they wished to continue freely, they had only one option, going back into the desert and walking north. There were many miles to go. The younger woman told me she hoped to have her child in the U.S. so that he or she may become a citizen. She looked over at her boyfriend and squeezed his hands, trying to affirm resilience, but morale was low. Her mother started crying. I told them that they should rest, that there was no rush to begin their journey again. It didn't need to happen today. Katarina returned from phoning the doctor, hoping to get medicine sent from Tucson. Until then, there was nothing to do but wait. I will now feed the second scripture into the mouth of hell. It's on a remote property just north of the Mexican border in January. What an idea of the day. This one here, the God of mums and kids that should not be separated. And now we need to get rid of health somehow. Why magic? We got that. Why magic? Don't you look sad, man? Katarina said, When the sun sets, When the rain stop, When you leave the sun, When the sun is rising, When the sun is shining, When the sun is shining. And when the sun rises, When the sun is rising, When the sun rises, When the sun is shining, The Earth is burning. And the world is recognizein my children, they are all here. Oh Hallelujah!