Walking with Immigrants

At the close of the tobacco season in Tennessee last February, several migrant workers asked me, their priest, to come and offer a blessing for them before they returned to Mexico. The night before the visit, I had a dream that on the day of departure, the wooden barracks, which housed more than 40, were filled with many excited Tennesseans, there to say thanks and good-bye to these migrants for the long hours of work that no one else seemed to want to do.