Welcome to Home of the Brave, I'm Scott Carrier.

They ended up on a baseball field. After covering 2,700 miles and 40 days,

first by walking a thousand miles to Mexico City,

and then riding in buses and trucks to Tijuana, the caravan of 5,000 people came to a full stop

on a baseball field 100 feet south of the U.S. Mexico border. Beyond the outfield there was a highway and running along the highway was the border wall.

So it was a baseball field where if you were lucky or really good, you could maybe hit a home run into the United States.

We arrived at 9 in the morning after it had drizzled most of the night and the field was full of wet blankets and clothing draped over

camping tents and rainflies to dry in the sun, all supplies donated by people in Tijuana. When they were moving, covering ground every day,

the people in the caravan had strength in numbers

and a kind of power that comes from grace,

or at least they were treated graciously as they passed through

towns and cities. The Mexican people gave them food and shelter, clothing, money,

because of what Jesus said. I was hungry and you gave me food. I was naked and you

clothed me. It was like Jesus was walking with the caravan and all the doors were open.

But when they arrived at the U.S. border, the door was closed. President Trump feared an invasion and sent 5,000 troops to repel them.

When we arrived at the ballpark, 5,000 troops to repel them.

When we arrived at the ballpark, they had been sitting there for two or three days wondering

what happens next, and it was like you could feel the grace dissipating,

evaporating with the rain into clouds and blowing away.

Jesus Christ died for nothing, I suppose.

There was an open space around second base where a dad was kicking a soccer ball with his kids,

and we started talking to six young Hondurans in the early 20s who said they'd left home because of the street

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