Christianity In-Between

Immigrants are nonentities, residing in a purgatorial state between existence and non-existence in the American psyche. Everyone knows that immigrants exist—the stock image of them coming over borders, a faceless mass—but few seem to wonder about the individual souls attached to the hands that mow American lawns, take American blood pressure, clean American homes, deliver steaming-hot Styrofoam containers of cheap eats to American doorsteps. What happens when the business day ends and these hands come to a halt?