If you’ve read my blog, you know I have a fairly liberal view on immigration and immigrants generally. I’m writing on immigration not because I want to debate my views but because it’s my way of speaking out and kind of journaling my off-the-cuff impressions of these events as they take place. Don’t try to comment on my blog entries about those “evil criminal immigrants” 
because I won’t approve your comment. This is my immigrant-friendly bloggy home, not a place for the right wing to vent about all that is wrong with “those people.”
If you’ve read my “About Me”, I think you have a pretty good sense of where I stand on things. I have immigrant friends, GLBT friends, Muslim friends. My sister-in-law and best friend are both African American (as is my nephew) and my husband is Hispanic. I’m Episcopalian (a faith that embraces both female and gay/lesbian clergy). I believe strongly that women can do anything men can do and that we should be afforded equal treatment under the law and by society in general.
I have a personal relationship with God but I’m not a Bible thumper and I don’t like it when people use the Lord or the Bible to try to make me feel ashamed about my views or my life choices. I believe in living your life as a witness to God in terms of your demonstrated compassion and care of others. If people see you living that way and know you have faith, then you are demonstrating your faith through your actions. Ultimately I’m just a tender-hearted girl. If I want a fight, I’ll find a social justice issue that matters to me and direct that negative energy into a positive outlet. I don’t need negativity here, thanks.
And, of course, for those of you who have only wonderful, constructive comments to make, thank you! My blog life is much richer from your input. 
This is not the first time they’ve made us wait. While we patiently waited for his conditional green card and then his permanent green card, this time we thought we were home free when he passed his exam and the USCIS officer said, “You should be getting a letter soon with an oath date.” Ha! My father had to wait almost two years after his test to take the oath and then only because I was able to pull some strings to get a local appellate judge to conduct the ceremony in her chambers (with permission from the local USCIS office, of course). 
