The Christian immigration conundrum

Illegal immigration creates an ethical conundrum for Christians. The Bible clearly states that Christians are to show kindness to aliens (i.e. immigrants). At the same time, however, we cannot condone breaking the law. And even though Jesus tells us to turn the other cheek, no one likes getting spit in their face by lawbreakers. That's basically what you have with illegal immigrants marching and protesting on our doorstep.
From the biblical perspective, the directive is clear.
"Do to others as you would have them do to you." (Luke 6:31)
"Do not oppress the widow or the fatherless, the alien or the poor. In your hearts do not think evil of each other." (Zechariah 7:10)
"'So I will come near to you for judgment. I will be quick to testify against sorcerers, adulterers and perjurers, against those who defraud laborers of their wages, who oppress the widows and the fatherless, and deprive aliens of justice, but do not fear me,' says the LORD Almighty." (Malachi 3:5)
"'You are to allot it as an inheritance for yourselves and for the aliens who have settled among you and who have children. You are to consider them as native-born Israelites; along with you they are to be allotted an inheritance among the tribes of Israel. In whatever tribe the alien settles, there you are to give him his inheritance,' declares the Sovereign LORD." (Ezekiel 47:22-23)
It really makes me sick to see people here illegally, waving the Mexican flag, speaking Spanish and making a mockery of the very country they've turned to in their time of need. They clamor for their "rights." What rights? I don't recall the Constitution extending rights to non-citizens. Especially those who are here illegally.
I think all people deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. I think we need to treat illegal immigrants first as human beings and in the manner prescribed by the Bible. They then need to be shown the proper, legal way to enter the country and returned to their country of origin to try it again the right way.
When my great-great-grandfather migrated here from Sweden, he did it legally. He went through Ellis Island. He earned his citizenship. He forbade his family to speak Swedish. They were Americans now and English was their new language. He joined the Army and pledged his service to his new country.
From what I've been told, he even took a bullet during battle at a hill called San Juan in Cuba.
I can't say that I see many illegal immigrants seeking American citizenship. I don't see them shunning their native country and embracing their new one. I doubt there are many who are thinking about helping defend this country in our time of war.
Instead I hear of marches, protests, walk-outs and chatter of a "nothing gringo" day. I hear all this talk of what would happen if there were no immigrants to do the work Americans don't want to do. What do you suppose would happen to the immigrants if we did do the work? What do you suppose would happen to down south if we held a "nothing Latino" day?
Maybe we should send the Donald Trump types to start buying up Mexican real estate. Maybe we should march into Mexico and wave American flags and apply for Mexican jobs. Better yet, we should start our own companies there and employ the natives on their home turf. That way we can save them the trip.
I don't really mean that. I'm not really racist. I'm just tired of having racism thrown in my face by those who are causing the problem. I think those who are here illegally should be thanked for their contributions, shown the legal way to enter the country and then given a comfortable seat on the next train, bus or plane back to their country of origin to try again.

We need more scrambled egg marriages

What this world needs is more scrambled egg marriages.
Allow me to explain. Our teacher was talking about marriage last Sunday in our Sunday school class. In particular, he was discussing the "leave and cleave" principle outlined in the book of Genesis. He was asking for anecdotes to help convey the concept.
Naturally, I couldn't come up with an idea during class, but I approached him afterward. I told him we needed more scrambled egg marriages. The egg represents our nuclear family (family of origin). In order to come together as one with your spouse-to-be, you must first crack the shell and leave the egg. You must leave all the shell behind. After all, no one likes finding shells in their scrambled eggs.
Once the eggs have left the shells, they unite as one. Apply heat, season to taste, and you have a new union.
Unfortunately, too many people try to bring shells into the mix. Once that bit of shell gets into the bowl, it's almost impossible to get it out without making a mess.
Sometimes the initial scrambling or the application of heat is too much for the newly-hatched and they bail out before breakfast is ready. Those that do stick it out discover a tasty relationship that produces delightful side dishes. All the parts working in unison make for a full and nutritious dish.
Are you following me on this? If scrambled eggs (marriage) is what you want, you must first break open the shells (leave your parents) and be united with your spouse (the scrambling). All marriages will face heat (difficult times). How you deal with that determines whether you cook a scrumptious dish (a strong marriage) or get burned and discard the whole thing (divorce).
The seasoning is what we bring into the marriage. A good blend makes the whole thing taste better. The side dishes are children, which are the compliment and fulfillment of the marriage. The scrambled eggs alone are pretty bland without the juice, toast, sausage and bacon, you know what I mean?
Of course, all this talk has me feeling really hungry about now. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see what I can scramble up.