I hear what you’re saying, Randolph. Honestly, I totally do.
I don’t have a family or kids, and I refuse to own a gun, for instance. But if I
did have a wife and/or children, I can guarantee you I’d be armed to the teeth. So yes, you have a good point, and I definitely hear what you’re saying. In my life, I am actually very open to having strangers and homeless people crash at my place on a limited basis, and I very often do, but that in no way means that I feel holier-than-thou about it. Because, again, if I had kids I would
definitely behave differently. I pick up random hitchhikers occasionally, too, and it’s exactly the same deal: I would
never in a million years put a (hypothetical) child or family in that situation. It’s unthinkable. But considering that I’m all alone and about an inch away from being suicidal, I never hesitate to put
myself in those situations.

The thing about refugees though, is that these are by and large people who are in truly
hellish circumstances. I’d like to refer you to a great comment by a CAF member named Rebecca:
forums.catholic-questions.org/showthread.php?p=14440020#post14440020
If you read those links, it’s pretty plain to see that a “mere 90 day wait” is actually an eternity. We have comfy apartments and paperback potboilers and personal computers and whatnot to occupy us, but there are people facing beheadings, rape gangs, kidnappings, lifelong sexual slavery, and on and on and on.
Ninety days for people in that position is life and death, and undoubtedly well beyond psychologically torturous.
Plus there’s the all-too-easily forgettable fact that we’re humans. Meaning, our memories are only very slightly superior to that of the common goldfish. We
imagine in our pride and vanity that we always remember the words and ideas of Jesus, but in fact we don’t at all. We have to really honestly struggle and beat ourselves senseless to remember these “simple” truths we’ve been taught. And we have to do it
constantly. Which is extremely difficult. It really is best to listen to Francis, because he’s like a shepherd repeatedly and repeatedly and repeatedly reminding us of who we profess to be.