ALPHARETTA, Ga. (BP) -- I escaped communist Cuba in 1962 as an 11-year-old boy hiding at the bottom of a cargo ship with my family. We had nothing but each other when we arrived in the United States. Through the love and hospitality of Southern Baptist strangers, my family received assistance that not only helped us in our journey toward citizenship, but helped us in our faith journey as well.
That experience has forever colored how I view today's immigrants. Years later, when my wife Cindy and I were attending First Baptist Woodstock near Atlanta, we met Ron and ... Read More