When disaster strikes, we don’t ask about immigration status before offering a helping hand. We don’t check church attendance before pulling someone from the rubble. We don’t hesitate to help our neighbors rebuild.

But somewhere along the way, a different version of Christianity took root. A version that forgot about the loaves and fishes and instead became obsessed with who is worthy of food in the first place. A version that turned 'love thy neighbor' into 'love thy neighbor—but only if they look, speak, and believe like you.'