My friends from Syria help me to be a better Latvian

Aleppo, gold, Riga, silver, amber – what do these have in common?

My husband and I have dear friends who came to Latvia under most difficult circumstances. They are a wonderful family of four and their home used to be in Aleppo, Syria. It used to be a beautiful city before the war. Rich cultural and historical heritage, ancient buildings, vibrant communities and long list of other attractions.

Now all we see in the photos or the news is destruction, ruins, devastation… Truly an apocalyptic sight. I wish it was just a horror movie or a bad dream. Tragically it is reality and I cannot imagine what it is like for my friends to see their beloved home like this.

Few years ago like ‘welcoming’ Latvians, we decided to introduce our friends to Latvian food. We went to the big LIDO restaurant, but first we had a tour of Central market. I don’t know how it compares to the markets in Aleppo, but in Riga we are quite proud of our big market pavilions.

So, we bought some smoked fish Latvian style. Our friends liked it and then told us a funny story. Some guys at the asylum center in Mucenieki (the official Accommodation Centre for Asylum Seekers near Riga where people stay while their status is being processed) wanted to cook a fish soup but did not realize that they bought a smoked fish. The smell and the taste had been horrific and nobody wanted to eat it. Someone ate it after all because they were hungry.

I think how many times I have been “saved” by my local friends when living and working in another country. Many times friends in Thailand or Burma or Cambodia have told me: “You may not want to eat that… Stay away from that soup… This may be too spicy for you…” I am so thankful for their guidance and advice because I feel bad about leaving food on the plate.

My Syrian friend is an amazing cook. If she was not so busy with the family business making jewelry (check out Habibi Jewelry if you want some nice gifts for yourself or others), I wish she could open a Syrian restaurant. I know many Latvians who would be regular customers. The food from Middle East is so delicious. The salads, the rice, the meat, the vegetables, the sweets…

There is something that we, Latvians, need to learn from other cultures, especially the Middle East. It is hospitality and generosity. Yes, we are welcoming and generally friendly but our understanding of “sharing” is very different. My friends had very little when they first started living in Latvia and, yes, they received lots of help and generosity from local people, but they were giving back so much right away. I felt blessed just to be around them and to see how positive and grateful they are. Also, their strong Christian faith shines through everything! (In Aleppo, they belonged to the Syrian orthodox church community)

I am very sad they had to leave their home and families and friends and livelihood as goldsmith in Aleppo but I am glad that they chose Riga as their new home. I am glad to know that they like it here. We in Latvia are blessed to have them. And may their generous and hospitable spirit become contagious among us, northern individualistic Europeans!

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Aleppo, Syria right now (photo from the internet)

Latvian:

Alepo, Sīrija, zelts, Rīga, Latvija, sudrabs, dzintars – kas tam visam ir kopīgs?

Mums ar vīru ir draugi, kuri nonākuši Latvijā smagu dzīves apstākļu spiesti. Šī jaukā ģimene ar diviem bērniem ir no Sīrijas pilsētas Alepo. Pirms kara tā bija ļoti skaista pilsēta ar bagātu vēstures un kultūras mantojumu, senām celtnēm, dažādām cilvēku, tautību, reliģiju kopienām un daudzām citām pievilcīgām lietām.

Tagad aculiecinieku stāstos un attēlos redzu tikai iznīcību, drupas, graustus… gluži kā filmās par pasaules galu. Tikai diemžēl tā nav šausmene vai naktsmurgs. Tā ir traģiska realitāte. Nevaru iedomāties, ko maniem draugiem nozīmē skatīties uz savu mīļoto, bet sagrauto pilsētu.

Pirms pāris gadiem, kā jau ‘viesmīlīgi’ latvieši, mēs nolēmām aizvest šo ģimeni uz latvisku restorānu. Tādām reizēm der LIDO Krasta ielā. Bet vispirms bija neliela ekskursija pa Centrāltirgu. Zinu, ka Sīrijā un līdzīgās vietās ir brīnišķīgi tirgi, bet tomēr ar mūsu lielajiem pavijoniem lepojamies.

Ejot cauri zivju paviljonam, bija jānogaršo kūpinātas zivis. Draugiem garšoja, bet viņi sāka smieties. Tad tā tās garšojot! Izrādās, ka kādi džeki patvēruma meklētāju centrā Muceniekos bija vārījuši zivju zupu, bet nezinādami nopirkuši kūpinātās zivis. Smaka un arī garša bijusi briesmīga, katls izvārīts pilns, bet visi atteikušies. Vienīgi daži visizsalkušākie esot ēduši.

Iedomājos, cik daudzas reizes es esmu tikusi “glābta” no neērtām situācijām, kurās vietējie draugi mani “izručī”. Gan Taizemē, gan Birmā, gan citur. “To varbūt labāk nepērc… to zupu labāk need… tas varētu būt tev pārāk piparots” Man kauns atstāt ēdienu šķīvī, tāpēc esmu pateicīga par šādiem brīdinājumiem.

Mana draudzene no Sīrijas brīnišķīgi gatavo ēdienu. Ja viņa nebūtu tik aizņemta ar ģimenes biznesu palīdzot vīram izgatavot rotaslietas (ja gribi jaukas dāvanas sev vai draugiem, paskaties  Habibi Jewelry ), tad varētu domāt par kādu sīriešu restorānu. Domāju, ka Latvijā būtu liela priekrišana, jo Tuvo Austrumu ēdieni ir tik garšīgi. Salāti, gaļa, aromātiski rīsi, piedevas, saldumi…

Ir kāda vērtība, ko mums, latviešiem, vajadzētu aizgūt no citām, it sevišķi austrumu un dienvidu  kultūrām. Tā ir viesmīlība un dāsnums. Jā, mēs protam uzņemt ielūgtus ciemiņus un kopumā esam laipni un draudzīgi, bet mūsu izpratnē “dalīšanās ar savām lietām, māju, utt” ir savādāka. Sākot dzīvi Latvijā, maniem draugiem nebija gandrīz nekā, un viņiem tika daudz palīdzēts un arī iedots. Taču viņi uzreiz deva “atpakaļ” visdažādākajos veidos. Viņu klātbūtnē es jutos vairāk “saņēmusi” nekā palīdzējusi.

Arī viņu pozitīvā un pateicīgā attieksme pret visu ir acīs krītoša. Liela nozīme ir viņu kristīgajai ticībai un pārliecībai (Alepo viņi piederēja Sīrijas ortodokso kristiešu kopienai).

Man ļoti žēl, ka šai ģimenei bija jāatstāj savas mājas, radi, draugi un juveliera darbs Sīrijā, bet es priecājos, ka par savām jaunajām mājām viņi izvēlējās Latviju. Man prieks, ka viņiem šeit patīk. Kaut viņu īpašā viesmīlība un dāsnums pieliptu mums, ‘noslēgtajiem’ individuālistiem ziemeļeiropiešiem!

Inspired by the World’s Most Liberal City

Arriving at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam can be exciting and also overwhelming for it is three-in-one. Airport, shopping mall and train station. Leaving the customs area, you enter a very busy arrival hall. Straight from the airplane to the shopping plaza and straight to the trains located underneath.

I speak English and have traveled a lot but even I get overwhelmed with all the choices to make. Self-serve kiosks and other conveniences somehow make it more stressful. I always think, “what if I was an old lady from India who does not speak English?” Forget India… even my mom would have felt lost in this high efficiency world.

I spent two days in Amsterdam but did not see much of the city. “Next time”, I comforted myself since I came to attend the State of Europe Forum which is held annually in the  EU presiding country. Last year it was Latvia; this year Netherlands. (The rotating EU presidency goes for 6 months. Yes, my American friends, EU is visionary but complicated with 28 nations.) The forum is held on Europe Day, May 9, and you can see my post from last year talking about the story of Europe Day.

State of Europe Forum promotes a dialogue on Europe today in the light of the vision of Robert Schuman for a community of peoples deeply rooted in Christian values.  Lots of great professional and academic content, lots of great discussions and opportunity to network. I was inspired, challenged and motivated.

The venue of the Forum was so cool. Zuiderkerk was the city’s first church built specifically for Protestant services. Constructed between 1603 and 1611, the church played an important part in the life of Rembrandt and was the subject of a painting by Claude Monet.

This year’s theme was The Paradox of Freedom. Key topics included Refugees in Europe, Security and Terrorism and Reframing the EU.  Yes, this is the age old question how freedom works because it certainly needs boundaries. Your freedom should not hurt my freedom and vice versa. For example, we live in a free market society but how free is this market? One of the devotions reminded us that “freedom to buy and sell without restrictions leads to buying and selling human beings.”

Amsterdam, the so called ‘world’s most liberal city’, has an amazing story of freedom. Especially the 16th and 17th century, the Golden Age. From William of Orange to Modern Devotion Movement to Erasmus (whose translation of the Bible prepared the way for Reformation) to Baruch Spinoza. Amsterdam was a haven and destination for people fleeing religious persecution – Jews from Iberia, Huguenots from France, Flemish, Wallonians, English dissenters… the city attracted many groups searching for economic, political and religious freedom.

Of course, we all know that unrestrained freedom has its evil side. Including slave trade which was also a part of Amsterdam’s economic boom during the Golden Age.

Nothing could capture these reflections better then listening to a local African choir inside Zuiderkerk, singing the famous Gospel tune:

Free at last, free at last
I thank God I’m free at last
Free at last, free at last
I thank God I’m free at last

 

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Opening celebration at Zuiderkerk (photo by Cedric Placentino)

Latvian:

Ielidošana Amsterdamas lidostā ir gan patīkama, gan uztraucoša, jo te nav tikai lidosta. Te ir gan lidosta, gan iepirkumu centrs, gan vilcienu stacija. Iznākot no muitas, nokļūstu lielā burzmā un troksnī.  Liekas, ka pa taisno no lidmašīnas esmu ienākusi Centrālajā stacijā.

Pat ar angļu valodas prasmēm un ceļotājas pieredzi te var apjukt. Pašapkalpošanās kioski un citas ‘ērtības’ reizēm dzīvi tikai sarežģī, un rada lieku stresu. Iedomājos, ja būtu veca tantiņa no Indijas, kura nerunā angliski. Kāda tur Indija… pat mana mamma apmaldītos šajā ātrajā un ērtajā pasaulē.

Amsterdamā pavadīju divas dienas, bet nesanāca apskatīt pilsētu, jo šoreiz bija cits brauciena mērķis. Mierināju sevi ar domu, ka gan jau šeit vēl atgriezīšos. Biju atbraukusi piedalīties forumā “Stāvoklis Eiropā”, kas katru gadu notiek ES Padomes prezidentūras valstī. Pagājšgad forums bija Latvijā, šogad Nīderlandē. Datums gan katru gadu viens un tas pats. 9. maijs jeb Eiropas diena, par kuru rakstīju agrāk.

Forums “Stāvoklis Eiropā” piedāvā dialogu starp kristīgiem dažādu profesiju pārstāvjiem un vadītājiem. Sarunas galvenā tēma ir patreizējais stāvoklis Eiropā, ņemot vērā Roberta Šūmana redzējumu par ‘tautu kopienu, kas ir dziļi sakņota kristīgās vērtībās’. Daudz profesionāļu un akadēmiķu, daudz labu paneļdiskusiju un daudz iespēju sadarboties. Mani šis forums gan iedvesmoja, gan izaicināja vairākus manus pieņēmumus, gan motivēja tālakai darbībai.

Pati norises vieta arī bija iedvesmojoša. ‘Zuiderkerk’ bija pilsētas pirmais dievnams, celts konkrēti protestantu draudzei. Celtniecība ilga no 1603. līdz 1611. gadam, un dievnams ir ap stūri no Rembranta mājas. Tāpēc Rembrantam šī bija svarīga vieta, un arī Klods Monē to ir iemūžinājis gleznā.

Šogad foruma tēma bija Brīvības Paradoks, un īpaša uzmanība tika veltīta bēgļu krīzei Eiropā, terorisma un drošības jautājumiem and Eiropas Savienības pārvērtēšanai. Kopš cilvēces iesākumiem svarīgais jautājums par brīvību un tās robežām. Jo tava brīvība nedrīkst darīt pāri manai brīvībai un otrādāk. Kaut vai fakts, ka dzīvojot brīvā tirgus sabiedrībā, redzam, ka šis tirgus nav nemaz tik brīvs. Vienā no svētbrīžiem tika atgādināta patiesība, ka “brīvība pirkt un pārdot bez ierobežojumiem noved līdz cilvēku pirkšanai un pārdošanai.”

Amsterdama tiek dēvēta par pasaules visliberālāko pilsētu, taču tai ir apbrīnojama vēsture, kas palīdz saprast daudzus brīvības pamatus. It sevišķi 16. un 17. gadsimts, tā sauktais Zelta Laikmets. Gan Orānijas Vilhelms; gan Jaunā Pielūgsmes Kustība; gan teologs un domātājs Erasms, kura Bībeles tulkojums sagatavoja ceļu Reformācijai; gan filozofs Baruhs Spinoza. Amsterdama bija patvēruma vieta, uz kuru pārcēlās savas pārliecības un reliģijas dēļ vajātie – jūdi no Ibērijas pussalas, hugenoti no Francijas, flāmi, valoņi, angļu protestanti… pilsēta pievilka ar savu toleranci un ekonomisko, politisko un reliģisko brīvību.

Protams, mes zinām, ka šai brīvībai bija ļaunā ēnas puse. Ieskaitot verdzību un cilvēku tirdzniecību, kas veicināja ekonomisko izaugsmi tajā pašā Zelta laikmetā.

Tāpēc mani ļoti iespaidoja atklāšanas vakars un vietējais koris, kurā dziedāja āfrikāņu izcelsmes holandietes. Vecajā un skaistajā Zuiderkerk dievnamā skanēja senais un pazīstamais gospelis:

Beidzot brīvs, beidzot brīvs
Paldies Dievam, beidzot brīvs
Beidzot brīvs, beidzot brīvs
Paldies Dievam, beidzot brīvs

 

Still learning to be free and independent

How many ‘Independence Days’ do you celebrate? Or do you even have one? Latvia has two! The first is November 18 when we celebrate the original proclamation of Independence of 1918. The second is May 4 when we celebrate the proclamation of Restoration of Independence in 1990.

Independent from what?! First time from Russian Empire. Second time from the USSR (United Socialist Soviet Republics). Even though November 18 is the most significant national holiday, there are not many people left who could remember the original events. Even my grandmother who is 92 years old, was born a few years later.

But majority Latvians remember May 4, 1990. While spending last two weeks in the US, I have enjoyed watching a CNN special called “The Eighties”. What a cool decade! I used to think of ’80s as something I would rather forget. Like my big permed hair, my ugly glasses, the funny clothes and lots of pretentious music. I used to think my ‘real life’ began in the ’90s with much better fashion and great alternative bands. I was proud to belong to Generation X and listen to grunge. Still love Eddie Vedder from “Pearl Jam”

Now I look back and I realize what a privilege I have had. Events like these only happen once. The demonstrations, the speeches, the songs, the popular movement… the emotion and power and passion and joy. You could ask most Latvians, “where were you on May 4, 1990?” and get lots of great stories.

Today I am not thinking about 26 years ago, though. I am thinking about ‘freedom’ and ‘independence’. Yes, we regained national freedom but the freedom of mind, heart, soul and will is not a one day event. We are still learning to be free… I am still learning to be free. We relearn the forgotten truths, we unlearn the lies, we learn the unfamiliar paths.

We are still relearning “democracy” and “civil society”. We are still unlearning “duplicity” and “not taking responsibility”. We are still learning “initiative” and “solidarity”.

Maybe it is a blessing in disguise to be a small nation that still feels so young. I don’t mean demographically:( We have enjoyed a steep learning-curve and at the same time have some excuses for our failures. There is still so much we either don’t know or don’t practice. And we don’t have ‘democracy fatigue’ because we have not had ‘too much’ of it yet.

Freedom is not easy. In many ways it is easier to be told what to think and what to do. It is easier to live in a power pyramid where you can worry only about yourself and your own interests. It is easier to be an object versus a subject.

I choose to live as a subject with God who is the origin of all our freedoms, including the freedom of will and thought and expression. To me, it is a life worth living but never easy…

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Simple Minds were singing “Don’t you forget about me… ” Who can forget the ’80s?

Latviski:

Esmu tā pieradusi, ka Latvijā svinam ‘neatkarību’ gan 18. novembrī, gan 4. maijā, ka vienmēr mazliet apjūku, ja esmu valstī, kur tādu svinību nav vispār. Piemēram, Taizemē vai Krievijā. Tad sāku domāt, cik dažādi veidojas mūsu nacionālās un valstiskās identitātes.

Pēdējā laikā daudz dažādu apaļu gadaskaitļu. 25 gadi kopš… 30 gadi kopš… un daudz visādu atmiņu. Visu laiku ir ko atcerēties. Protams, atceros arī 1990. gada 4. maiju. Gan cilvēku pūli Daugavmalā, gan radio klausīšanos, gan Augstākās Padomes balsu skaitīšanu un pēc tam lielās gaviles un neaprakstāmo prieku. Kad pat vēsie latvieši krīt viens otram ap kaklu.

Pēdējās divas nedēļas ciemojos ASV un skatos interesantu CNN raidījumu sēriju par 80’tajiem gadiem. Tā tiešām bija īpaša desmitgade! Agrāk centos pēc iespējas ātrāk aizmirst to laiku, jo uzreiz iedomājos savu lielo frizūru ( lokainos matos vēl likt ilgviļņus!), jocīgo modi un cukuraino mūziku. Uzskatīju, ka mana ‘īstā dzīve’ sākās 90’to gadu sākumā, kad radās man vismīļākais ģērbšanās stils un vislabākās alternatīvā roka grupas ar sava veida izaicinošu vēstījumu. ASV mūsu paaudzi nosauca par ‘Paaudzi X’, kura bija nezināma, tolaik vēl neizprasta. Joprojām fanoju par Ediju Vederu no “Pearl Jam”…

Šodien domāju par ‘brīvību’ un ‘neatkarību’. Jā, mēs atguvām valsts neatkarību, bet neatkarīgu gribu, prātu, sirdi un dvēseli nevar iegūt vienā dienā. Mēs joprojām mācāmies būt brīvi… es joprojām mācos būt brīva. Mums bija jāmācās no jauna kādas aizmirstas patiesības, bija jāmācās nemelot un jamācās iemīt jaunus ceļus.

Mēs joprojām atjaunojam “demokrātisku garu” un “pilsonisku sabiedrību”. Mēs joprojām attīrāmies no “divkosības” un “atbildības novelšanas”. Mēs joprojām mācāmies “ķerties pie lietas” un “nest nastas kopā”. Ne tikai lokāli, bet arī globāli.

Varbūt tā ir mūsu apslēptā svētība – būt jaunai valstij (tikai ne demogrāfiskajā ziņā). Esam tik strauji auguši, un vēl varam attaisnoties par daudzām kļūdām, sakot, ka neesam ‘pieredzējuši’. Vēl daudz ko apgūstam, un daudz ko darām tikai vārdos, ne darbos. Un vēl mūs nav piemeklējis “nogurums no demokrātijas”, jo neesam to pietiekami baudījuši.

Būr brīvam nav viegli. Kādā ziņā ir pat vieglāk dzīvot tai varas piramīdā, kur tu ne par ko neatbildi un vari rūpēties tikai par sevi un savējiem. Kur vari būt tas, ar kuru kaut kas notiek, nevis tas, kurš pats rada šos notikumus.

Es izvēlos radīt kopā ar Dievu, kurš ir visu mūsu brīvību avots. Ieskaitot gribas, domu un runas brīvību. Tā ir vērts dzīvot, bet nav viegli…

 

 

Living between ‘Now’ and ‘Not Yet’

Today is Christmas Eve and I am looking forward to celebrating it with the family in Minnesota. At the same time missing my family in Latvia.

Many of us have favorite Christmas memories, so let me share mine. Growing up in Latvia while still part of the Soviet Union, we celebrated Christmas behind closed curtains. We would light candles and have a nice dinner but it was kept as a very private affair. Remember, we were living in an officially atheist country and you never knew who was watching. Somehow it made Christmas even more special, though. I liked the ‘secrecy’ and ‘mystery’ and the ‘underground’ feel of it before it became so mainstream.

My parents were not Christians and I don’t remember any conversations about God or my parents ever explaining to me what Christmas was. I just knew that it was a time of the year when you go to church and when you think about God. And I started to piece it together by listening to Christmas carols I heard in the church or from my grandmother’s stories.

Yes, I went to church on Christmas Eve. And this is my favorite memory – my dad and his childhood friend taking us, children, to the Lutheran church in Sarkandaugava, Riga. Neither dad were churchgoing but this was something they decided to do. And I loved it. I liked sitting in the balcony, listening to the choir, looking down on the huge Christmas tree and enjoying the smell of pine and candles. It felt like I was in ‘heaven’.

But the greatest impression was the Story. Usually someone read from the gospel of Luke 2:14, retelling the message proclaimed by the angels to the shepherds. “Glory to God in Heaven, and upon earth Peace, Good News to the children of men.”

I would start to cry. As soon as I heard that there will be peace on earth, I felt something in me explode. Is it really possible? It seemed too good to be true – Peace on Earth. This was the best news to me.

As I have mentioned in my previous blogs, I grew up in an atmosphere of fear and anxiety because of the Cold War. As children, we heard about all the threats, including the possibility of nuclear war. Also, my dad liked to watch programs on politics and history and I heard about all the different wars going on around the world. It certainly looked like people just don’t know how to get along. Even the experts did not have any answers. It was frightening to feel like there is no hope.

Then I heard it – God has an answer and His answer is Jesus. I felt power and assurance and hope and joy in this proclamation. If God is truly intervening in human affairs, then this is for real. Then nothing can stop this because God is all powerful and keeps His word.

Fast forward to 2015 and I still feel the same emotions and have the same thoughts when I hear, “For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Yes, the conflicts and wars are still there.  We still live between that night in Bethlehem and the future day when there is truly Peace on Earth! That is why Christmas is not the whole story… later there is Easter and even that it is not the whole story…

We are encouraged to be like children because the children are simple. They know that God keeps His word.

Merry Christmas! God bless Us, Every One!

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This is one of my younger brother’s Christmas memories

Ir Ziemsvētku vakars, un priecājos sagaidīt to kopā ar ģimeni Minesotā. Vienīgi skumstu pēc saviem radiem Latvijā.

Daudziem no mums ir mīļākās Ziemsvētku atmiņas, šoreiz pastāstīšu savējās. Manā bērnībā svinējām ģimenes Ziemsvētkus aiz ‘aizvērtiem aizkariem’. Ar eglīti, svecītēm un gardām vakariņām, bet bez liekas uzmanības. Tolaik vēl bija sajūta, ka dzīvojot valstī, kur oficiālā ideoloģija ir ateisms, labāk nereklamēt savu privāto dzīvi kaimiņiem. Turklāt klāt tāds nacionālais elements. Tas lika izjust Ziemsvētkus kā kaut ko īpašu, slepenu, kā ‘pagrīdes’ aktivitāti. Ja godīgi, tā sajūta man patika labāk nekā tagadējie komerciālie, vidusmēra Ziemsvētki.

Mani vecāki nebija kristieši, un es neatceros nevienu sarunu par Dievu vai šo svētku nozīmi. Es tikai zināju, ka tajā dienā daudzi iet uz baznīcu, un tur runā par Dievu. Un es pati sāku ‘lipināt’ savus priekšstatus, klausoties Ziemsvētku korāļus vai vecmammas stāstus.

Jā, Ziemsvētkos mēs pat gājām uz baznīcu. Un tā ir mana mīļākā atmiņa – vienreiz mans tētis un viņa bērnības draugs ved mūs, bērnus, uz luterāņu baznīcu Sarkandaugavā. Neviens no tētiem nebija baznīcā gājēji, bet viņi tā nolēma. Un kā man tas patika! Man patika sēdēt balkonā… klausīties baznīcas korī, kas likās kā eņģeļu balsis…patika skatīties uz milzīgo egli un baudīt skuju un sveču smaržu. Man likās, ka esmu ‘debesīs’.

Bet vislielāko iespaidu atstāja pats Stāsts. Kāds lasīja vārdus, ko eņģeļi pasludina ganiem Lūkas vēstījumā. “Gods Dievam augstībā, un miers virs zemes cilvēkiem, pie kā Viņam labs prāts.”

Es sāku raudāt. Kad izdzirdēju vārdus par mieru pasaulē, kaut kas manī uzsprāga. Vai tas tiešām ir iespējams? Vai varu ticēt savām ausīm? Tās bija vislabākās ziņas.

Kā jau rakstīju agrāk, es uzaugu Aukstā kara baiļu un nedrošības atmosfērā. Bērnībā mēs ‘zinājām’ par draudiem, ieskaitot atomkaru. Vēl mans tētis skatījās daudz raidījumus par politiku un vēsturi, un es klausījos par visādiem kariem un konfliktiem pasaulē. Man kā bērnam bija skaidrs, ka cilvēki nemāk sadzīvot viens ar otru. Pat eksperti bija neziņā, kā to atrisināt. Ir briesmīgi dzīvot bez cerības.

Un te pēkšņi dzirdu – Dievam ir veids, kā to atrisināt. Es sajutu spēku, pārliecību, cerību un prieku. Ja Dievs ‘iejaucas’cilvēces attiecībās, tad tas ir pa īstam. Tad nekas to neapturēs, jo Dievam viss ir iespējams, un Viņš tur savu vārdu.

Patinot uz priekšu, 2015. gadā es izjūtu to pašu, kad dzirdu vārdus: “Jo mums ir piedzimis Bērns, mums ir dots Dēls, valdība guļ uz Viņa pleciem. Viņa vārds ir: Brīnums, Padoma devējs, Varenais Dievs, Mūžīgais tēvs un Miera valdnieks.”

Jā, konflikti un kari nav beigušies. Mēs joprojām dzīvojam starp nakti Betlēmē un dienu nākotnē, kad patiesi pienāks Miers virs Zemes! Tāpēc ar Ziemsvētku stāstu nekas nebeidzas… vēlāk seko Lieldienas, bet arī ar to stāsts nebeidzas…

Mums atgādina, lai topam par bērniem, jo bērni ir vienkārši. Viņi zina, ka Dievs tur savu vārdu.

Priecīgus Ziemsvētkus! Lai Dievs mūs visus svētī!

Best wishes for Latvia

What can I wish my country on this anniversary? Latvia is celebrating 97 years of independence which was declared on November 18, 1918! My grandmother is almost as old as our republic. At 92 years, she has lived a long and eventful life together with her nation. When it was new and developing fast; when it was ravaged by the war; when it was denied its freedom for many decades and when it was free again.

But life of one generation is so short. By the standards of world history, our country is still so young. Do I wish Latvia another hundred years? Or thousand years? I don’t know if I think in these terms.

We just don’t know the future… still, we are the ones who make it. And what kind of future I wish for Latvia? Here is my short list of birthday wishes.

I wish for Latvia to remain as beautiful as it is. With the sandy beaches, green forests, many lakes and rivers… fresh air, blue skies, wild berries and mushrooms. May we always enjoy the gift of ‘countryside’! May we always be good stewards of this little corner of our planet!

I wish for Latvia to be a good neighbor. Of course, our immediate neighbors but also our global neighbors. I want us to be generous in our relationships. To be outward looking and thinking. Especially I want Latvia’s people to support those nations that are struggling and longing for their freedom. We know what it is like to be trampled on and to be oppressed. May we always show compassion in words and actions! May we give others the same kind of support we were given in our time of need!

I wish for Latvia to be a good home for everyone who lives here. Our nation has always been diverse. Tragically we had times when this good life was denied. Even in our short history we have experienced too many times when different groups of people in Latvia were forced to leave their home. They were denied flourishing life (or the right to live, period) and their dignity and their future. May we never experience it again! May we always do for others what we would like them to for us!

Finally I wish for Latvia to continue growing up. We have gone a long way already but this is just the beginning. Yes, we look to the past to see where we have come from; to see how much was sacrificed to get to where we are now; to see where we don’t want to go. We look at the present to be thankful for what we have; to continue those things that bear good fruit; to be self-critical about things that bear bad fruit; to have the will and courage to change what we don’t like. We look to the future to remind us of where we want to go because we are not there yet. May we get there!

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One of my favorite statues in Riga… It is called “My country”

Ko lai novēlu šajā gadadienā? Latvija svin 97 gadus kā neatkarīga valsts. Manai vecmammai ir gandrīz tikpat gadu, cik mūsu republikai. 92 gadu vecumā viņa var atskatīties uz garu un notikumiem bagātu dzīvi kopā ar savu tautu. Kad Latvija bija jauna un strauji attīstījās; kad to postīja karš; kad tai tika atņemta brīvība uz daudzām desmitgadēm un kad tā atkal šo brīvību atguva.

Bet vienas paaudzes dzīve ir tik īsa. Ja skatos uz pasaules vēsturi, mūsu valsts ir vēl tik jauna. Vai es vēlu Latvijai vēl simtu gadu? Vai tūkstoš gadu? Es laikam nedomāju tādās mērvienībās.

Mēs nezinam nākotni… taču paši esam tie, kuri to veidojam. Un kādu nākotni es novēlu Latvijai? Te būs mans īsais saraksts ar dzimšanas dienas vēlējumiem.

Es novēlu, lai Latvija vienmēr paliktu tikpat skaista. Ar baltajām pludmalēm, zaļajiem mežiem, daudzajiem ezeriem un upēm… ar svaigo un tīro gaisu, ar zilajām debesīm, ar meža ogām un sēnēm. Lai mēs vienmēr varētu baudīt savus ‘laukus’! Lai mēs vienmēr rūpētos par šo mazo zemeslodes stūrīti!

Es novēlu, lai Latvija vienmēr būtu labs kaimiņš! Ne tikai tiešajiem kaimiņiem, bet arī citiem pasaulē. Es novēlu, lai Latvija būtu atvērta un devīga savās attiecībās! Īpaši vēlos, lai Latvijas cilvēki atbalstītu tās tautas, kuras cieš un vēl gaida savu brīvību. Mēs zinām, ko nozīmē būt samītiem un apspiestiem. Lai mēs vienmēr parādītu līdzjūtību un solidaritāti gan vārdos, gan darbos! Lai mēs atbalstītu citus tāpat, kā paši tikām atbalstīti mums grūtajā laikā!

Es novēlu, lai Latvija būtu labas mājas visiem, kas šeit dzīvo! Mūsu valstī vienmēr ir bijusi dažādība. Traģiski, ka reizēm šī labā dzīvē tika liegta. Mūsu īsajā valsts vēsturē ir bijuši pārāk daudzi brīži, kad Latvijas cilvēkiem (ne tikai latviešiem) bija jāpamet savas mājas. Viņiem tika liegta auglīga dzīve (vai vispār tiesības dzīvot) un cilvēka pašcieņa un iecerētā nākotne. Lai mēs vairāk nekad to nepiedzīvotu! Lai mēs vienmēr darītu citiem to, ko vēlamies, lai darītu mums!

Visbeidzot es novēlu Latvijai republikai turpināt kļūt pieaugušai. Jau tāls ceļš noiets, bet tomēr tas ir tikai sākums. Jā, mums vajag atskatīties uz pagātni, lai redzētu, kas jau ir bijis; lai novērtētu un pieminētu to, kas ir upurēts; lai zinātu, kurp mēs negribam iet un ko nevēlamies atkārtot. Mums vajag skatīties uz tagadni, lai būtu pateicīgi par to, kas mums ir; lai turpinātu tās lietas, kas nes labus augļus; lai kritizētu un atmestu tās, kas nes sliktus augļus; lai būtu griba un drosme mainīt to, kas jāmaina. Un mums vienmēr vajag skatīties uz nākotni, lai atgādinātu, uz kurieni mēs vēlamies iet, jo mēs vēl neesam tur nonākuši. Lai mēs tur nonāktu!

Freedom from fear in Myanmar

“It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.” This conviction by Aung Sun Suu Kyi, a Burmese leader and former political prisoner, highlights an important truth. It also describes a life that is lived in a non-violent and courageous resistance to this kind of fear.

Last week Myanmar (Burma) held first democratic elections in 25 years. The votes are still being counted but it is already clear that the National League for Democracy (NLD) has won an overwhelming majority. Estimated 70% of the votes. The people have chosen and now the world is watching whether the military rulers will respect their own people’s will.

I am rejoicing together with my friends. They have been waiting for this day for a very long time… I have been waiting for this for many years, too. Ever since my husband and I started working on Thai-Burma border helping refugees from Burma, we have believed together with our friends that one day they will be able to return home, that one day their nation will be truly free.

There is lots of joy but also awareness that there is still a long and hard road ahead. The government cannot be fully democratic while 25% of the seats in the national parliament are reserved for the military and the military appoints three government ministers.  The most popular national leader to become a president would be Aung Sun Suu Kyi, but it is not possible under the current Constitution. It disqualifies anyone whose children have foreign citizenship and Aung Sun Suu Kyi’s sons have British passports because she had a British husband.

Also, there were millions of people who were not able to vote – people who live in areas where there is still armed conflict, internally displaced persons, refugees in the camps on Thailand/Burma border, migrants working in other countries, the Rohingya ethnic group…

Sill, this is an amazing and big step towards long-awaited freedom and peace. The elections were peaceful and the results make a very loud and clear statement what kind of country people want to live in. My memory flashes back to 1990 when in my own nation, Latvia, we celebrated a similar moment when the parliament voted to reinstate the independence of Latvia. My grandparents had waited for 50 years. Honestly it did not seem possible that we would experience it in our life-time, but the ‘miracle’ happened.

Then began the process of learning to live in freedom and there were many many challenges. Latvia is still dealing with some of the residue from our Soviet past. When you are not used to being free, you have to learn to be free. Physical freedom does not mean automatically a psychological and emotional and spiritual freedom where you have peace with yourself and your neighbor.

When I exchange stories with our friends from Burma, I realize that I experience an amazing journey together with my nation. Journey of hope and dream that became reality, journey of freedom from fear… Now I watch my friends making the same kind of journey and I want to help them in any way I can. This is just the start and now the real work of developing, re-building, healing and transforming begins. But today is the day of celebration!

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Latviski:

“Nevis vara mūs samaitā, bet bailes. Bailes pazaudēt varu samaitā tos, kuriem tā pieder, un bailes no varas posta samaitā tos, kuri tai pakļauti.” Tā domā un saka Aung San Su Či, politiķe, opozīcijas vadītāja un bijusī politieslodzītā Mjanmā (Birmā). Šajos vārdos ir izteikta kāda svarīga patiesība. Un savā dzīvē viņa pati ir turējusies pie šīs pārliecības, izrādot nevardarbīgu pretestību šādām bailēm.

Pagājšnedēļ Birmā notika pirmās demokrātiskās vēlēšanas pēc 25 gadu ‘pārtraukuma’. Balsis vēl tiek skaitītas, bet jau ir pilnīgi skaidrs, ka Nacionālā Demokrātijas Līga ir guvusi pārliecinošu uzvaru. Tiek prognozēts vismaz 70% atbalsts. Cilvēki ir izdarījuši savu izvēli, un tagad visa pasaule gaida un vēro, vai militārā vara cienīs savas tautas gribu.

Es priecājos kopā ar saviem draugiem. Viņi ir gaidījuši šo dienu ļoti, ļoti ilgi… Arī es to gaidu jau daudzus gadus. Kopš mēs ar vīru sākām strādāt uz Taizemes – Birmas robežas un palīdzēt bēgļiem no Birmas, mēs ticam kopā ar saviem draugiem, ka kādu dienu viņi varēs atgriezties mājās, ka kādu dienu viņu valsts būs patiesi brīva.

Ir liels prieks, bet arī skaidra apziņa, ka priekšā garš un grūts ceļš ejams. Valdība un valsts nevar būt pilnīgi demokrātiska, kamēr militārajiem spēkiem ir atvēlētas 25% vietas parlamentā, un garantēti trīs ministru posteņi. Vispopulārākais kandidāts nākamajam Birmas prezidentam ir Aung San Su Či, bet, saskaņā ar patreizējo konstitūciju, viņa nevar ieņemt šo amatu. Tādēļ, ka prezidentam nedrīkst būt bērni ar citas valsts pilsonību, bet Su Či dēliem ir britu pases, jo viņas vīrs bija Lielbritānijas pilsonis. (Šis likums tika pieņemts tieši tādēļ, lai viņa nevarētu kļūt par prezidentu.)

Vēl viena liela problēma ir fakts, ka vēlēšanās nevarēja piedalīties vairāki miljoni cilvēku. Tie, kuri dzīvo karadarbības zonās; tie, kuri ir bēgļu gaitās gan iekšzemē, gan citās zemēs; tie, kuri strādā ārpus Birmas; Rohinga mazākumtautības cilvēki, jo tiem vispār netiek piešķirta pilsonība.

Tomēr šis ir milzīgs un liels solis uz ilgi gaidīto brīvību un mieru. Vēlēšanas noritēja mierīgi, un rezultāti ļoti skaidri un gaiši pasaka, kādā valstī cilvēki vēlas dzīvot. Atceros 1990. gadu, kad mēs Latvijā svinējām Neatkarības atjaunošanas deklarāciju. Mūsu vecvecāki un vecāki bija to gaidījuši 50 gadus. Daudzi neticēja, ka kaut ko tādu piedzīvosim savas dzīves laikā, bet notika ‘brīnums’.

Tad sākās grūtais un sarežģītais process mācīties dzīvot brīvībā. Latvijā joprojām mēs izjūtam PSRS laika un sistēmas sekas. Kad ilgu laiku nav piedzīvota brīvība, to jāmācās no jauna. Fiziska brīvība vēl nenozīmē psiholoģisku, emocionālu un garīgu brīvību, kad mēs mākam mīlēt sevi pašu un savus līdzcilvēkus.

Sarunās ar draugiem no Birmas, es arvien vairāk sāku aptvert, cik apbrīnojams ceļš iets kopā ar manu tautu Latvijā. Ceļš no cerībām un sapņiem uz realitāti, ceļš uz brīvību no bailēm… Tagad mani draugi iet šo pašu ceļu, un es vēlos viņus atbalstīt, kā vien varu. Ir pats sākums lielajam darbam, lai atjaunotu, dziedinātu, pārveidotu un attīstītu valsti, bet šodien ir diena priekam un līksmībai!

My nominee for Nobel Peace Prize 2015 is …

The laureate of Nobel Peace Prize will be revealed this Friday, October 9. As usual, the nominees are kept in secret and it will be a secret for next 50 years. So, we will not know who were the people and organizations to choose from.

Having just visited Nobel Peace Center in Oslo, Norway, I was thinking about the previous awards. Some amazing people who have given their lives to makes this world a better place. I have my own list of favorites. The official website of Nobel Prize also lists the most popular laureates and there are three Peace Prize awards in the top 10. Can you guess who?

The most popular from all categories is Martin Luther King, Jr. I am not surprised. His life and work continues to speak and challenge us today. We can think of the famous speech in Washington, ” I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.” There are many places in the world where it has not become a reality yet. So, the work continues. He also said and believed that “The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.” I believe it.

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One of the people who inspired Martin Luther King, Jr, but never received the Nobel Peace Prize, was Mahatma Gandhi. Geir Lundestad, Secretary of Norwegian Nobel Committee in 2006 said, “The greatest omission in our 106-year history is undoubtedly that Mahatma Gandhi never received the Nobel Peace prize. Gandhi could do without the Nobel Peace prize, whether Nobel committee can do without Gandhi is the question”.

Another one of my absolute heroes on the list is Mother Theresa. She needs no comments. Just couple of my favorite quotes from her, “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love” and “Live simply so others may simply live.”

Any guess who is another popular laureate? It is the young girl from Pakistan who advocates for female education. Malala Yousafzai is the youngest laureate ever at the age of 17. When she was 11 years old, Yousafzai wrote a blog under a pseudonym for the BBC detailing her life under Taliban occupation, their attempts to take control and her views on promoting education for girls in the Swat Valley. One afternoon in 2012, Malala boarded her school bus in the northwest Pakistani. A gunman asked for her by name, then pointed a pistol at her and fired three shots. She survived and went through intensive rehabilitation. Her advocacy work has become an international movement.

This is what Malala said  at the UN, “The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions, but nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born … I am not against anyone, neither am I here to speak in terms of personal revenge against the Taliban or any other terrorist group. I’m here to speak up for the right of education for every child. I want education for the sons and daughters of the Taliban and all terrorists and extremists.”

So, who will be awarded this most prestigious prize this year? I have no idea but I do know many people I would certainly nominate if I had the authority to do so. There is one person I want to write about but it will have to be the next post. So, I will keep it a secret just like the Nobel Prize committee does. But don’t worry … just for one more week, not 50 years.

Meanwhile, who would you nominate?

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European and grateful? Let’s see…

We are getting better and better at the blame-game, anxiety, complaints and arguments. Those pointing fingers are growing longer and longer. “It is Germany’s fault… it is Brussels’s fault… it is those Eastern Europeans who want the benefits of EU, but not sharing its burdens…”

As a European, who spends a lot of time outside of Europe, I have noticed that outsider’s  perception of Europe is changing. Our reputation as the region of stability, peace, hospitality,  solidarity, compassion, rule of law, social justice, humanitarian values is suffering. Here I am addressing the failures of Thailand and other Southeast Asian nations in their treatment of refugees and asylum seekers, and now the spotlight is on my own nation and region.

Not that I am worried about our “moral high ground”. All of us have fallen short in so many ways. Still, I am privileged and blessed to be a European and I do not take for granted the good life we can enjoy. I have been to too many places around the world where people just cannot understand how Europeans can be so ungrateful for what they have.

We, Europeans, are very very privileged and one of our big problems is trying to deny, ignore or downplay it. We are the ‘rich club’ of the world. I remember some of the conversations in my own family. My mom who was definitely in the category of ‘lower social status’, would say, “I am ‘poor’ compared to rich Latvians, but I am very rich compared to people you visit and help.” And she was not talking about money and things only. She was talking about safety, security, healthcare, roof over her head, beautiful country, loving family around her… ‘Man does not live on bread alone’, right?

Another personal example – I received a last-minute invitation to attend a conference in Germany next week. I had to make a decision very fast and within one hour I had an airline ticket, registration for the conference, information about train times to get me from Lubeck to Hannover… As I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking to myself, “This is incredible. I don’t need a visa for Germany; I just had the money for this trip; I speak English and even some German and will not feel lost traveling by trains. This will be a good trip.” How many people around the world would love to be in my shoes!

But there are problems with this good life and too often it comes at the expense of others. “The world has enough for everyone’s need, but not enough for everyone’s greed.” Wise words by Gandhi. I could say a lot but another time.

I want to encourage those of us who feel like we don’t have enough or feel threatened that those ‘immigrants’ or someone else from outside will take this good life away. That we will have share our goods and privileges with someone. We have more than enough, but we act like we don’t. Many of my friends around the world feel ‘poor’ compared to Latvians. Latvians feel ‘poor’ compared to British. British may feel ‘poor’ compared to Norwegians. Hmm, who can Norwegians compare themselves with?

I guess, Norwegians are the most grateful and therefore the most generous and welcoming people in the world! Are they? Are we?

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Crisis of conscience in the land of confusion

The speed of changes in our globalized world seems faster than the speed of light. My mind and my whole being cannot travel so fast… as the events and situations and challenges and questions swirl around us. I suspect I am not the only one who feels like the whirlpool is getting stronger and harder to resist. Like a scene from the “Pirates of the Caribbean”…

Our common responses are – engage or escape. I can say, “Well, there is nothing I can do. I cannot change this world.” I can blame global conspiracies, corrupt politicians and weak governments and greedy people. I could say that all of this is normal and expected and therefore I should just accept it and go on with my everyday life.

I strongly believe that we have to engage our world on the deepest level possible – our conscience.

One of the main problems of our times is undeveloped, weak or confused conscience. We cannot reap where we have not sown. Which means that if we have not constantly cultivated and cared for our conscience, we cannot expect any good fruit. Especially now.

Martin Luther King, Jr. won the Nobel Peace Prize because he was known as a man of conscience. He said, “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” Also Lev Tolstoy challenged his fellow Russians and all of us, by writing, “The changes in our life must come from the impossibility to live otherwise than according to the demands of our conscience not from our mental resolution to try a new form of life.”

We know that the life styles of the privileged have become unsustainable; conflicts because of power and resources are repeating; suffering of the underprivileged is continuing; the damage of our environment seems irreversible; the lack of good leadership is undeniable… Many years ago the British band “Genesis” were singing, “There’s too many men…Too many people… Making too many problems… And not much love to go round… Can’t you see… This is a land of confusion” Well, the wise king Solomon already said that there is nothing new under the sun.

Therefore my thoughts on conscience is nothing new either. I believe that conscience is a God-given instrument and without it life is impossible. It has rights and it has duties (J.H.Newman) but how do we care for our conscience? If we believe that we are the only true judges of our conscience, than we are in grave danger. I know how deceiving and corrupt my heart can be. I know how to quiet my conscience and I have done it many times. I need a higher judge than myself. I need God.

I conscientiously object selfishness, confusion, greed and indifference not because of personal moral integrity but because I believe in a higher law.

Many people are concerned and anxious about the infringement on our privacy. You know, the Big Brother is trying to watch us. But I believe that I am already living under 24/7 ‘surveillance’. I have rights and I have duties because I am created in God’s image and He has given me dignity and worth. And He has given me my conscience as the best instrument for living with dignity.

Do I live according to my conscience in the time of comfort and in the times of challenges? Or is it abused and compromised? If we lose or disengage our conscience, then we lose the whole world!

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Asylum seekers should know us by our love, not our fear

To begin with I want to tell my friends who are of different faith or no faith; this blog is mostly directed to those of us who claim to follow Jesus Christ. Some parts may feel like an internal family debate, but in reality these are crucial questions for everyone.

Also, as I write this, Europe is on my mind. Again, I welcome everyone else to join the discussion because this topic is truly a global issue and a global challenge. It is the same ‘hot topic’ in Asia, Australia, Africa, Europe, North America and South America. Except maybe in some small islands in South Pacific… (no, I have not been to all these places but I do travel a lot for work and have lived in three continents)

And don’t worry; I will keep this blog short even though there is much to say. As we know, the issues are very complicated. There is already lots written and said in media, government, workplaces, family… One of my friends in Latvia commented, “On this issue everyone in my family has an opinion.” This is truly a debate that involves the society as a whole. Many of the opinions and arguments are thoughtful and respectful and helpful, while many others are simply xenophobic and unhelpful and very very fearful.

What I want to focus on this time is FEAR! People express many views and emotions when they talk about immigration, refugees, asylum seekers. Common ones is anxiety and fear. I can relate to it very well because I have struggled with many fears in my own life. Some of them are now gone; others are still lingering. So, I try not to judge other people but I can be a judge of myself. And I can speak as a Christian who is called and commanded to follow a higher law.

Jesus was constantly opposed by people who did not like his way of building God’s Kingdom or the people He included. They had their own ideas of what it means to be a godly person and what it means to have their national identity and morality and religious authority. Keep everything ‘impure’, ‘unknown’ and those ‘others’ as far away as possible. Wash your hands after you come home from a public place because who knows what or whom you have been touching.

Once Jesus answered them like this, “You have neglected the more important matters of the law—justice, mercy and faithfulness. (…) You blind guides! You strain out a gnat but swallow a camel.” Harsh words but how many times I have felt that this is exactly what I have done; I have focused on many important things but have gotten completely blindsided but missing the main point.

The question of receiving asylum seekers is a matter of Justice, Mercy and Faithfulness! The fair treatment of the immigrant and the host community is primarily a Justice issue. Having compassion and empathy for asylum seekers is Mercy. Believing and trusting God when He talks about the love toward our fellow human being is Faithfulness. There is so much to say about each of these but I will leave that for other blogs.

What are we afraid of? Let us think about our fears and anxieties! Let us deal with them! One of my teachers said, “Holiness is moving towards darkness.”  Those fearful corners of our hearts are truly dark but everything brought in His light becomes light. And then we can love anyone who becomes our neighbor freely and practically and sacrificially!

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Latviski:

Iesākumā es gribu pateikt saviem draugiem, kuriem ir cita reliģija vai arī nav nekādas ticības, ka šis raksts ir vairāk domāts tiem no mums, kuri sauc sevi par Jēzus Kristus sekotājiem. Tāpēc manis teiktais daļēji izklausīsies kā ģimenes saruna, bet patiesībā tas attiecas uz jebkuru.

Vēl, man rakstot, prātā ir Eiropa. Protams, visi var piedalīties diskusijā, jo šī tēma un problēmas ir patiešām globālas. Tā pati ‘karstā tēma’ Āzijā, Austrālijā, Āfrikā, Eiropā, Amerikā. Varbūt vienīgi kādās mazās Klusā Okeāna salās par to nedomā…

Un neuztraucieties; šis raksts nebūs pārāk garš, kaut gan teikt var daudz. Mēs jau zinām, ka šie jautājumi ir sarežģīti. Daudz jau ir rakstīts un pateikts gan plašsaziņas līdzekļos, gan no valdības puses, gan darba vietās, gan ģimenē… Viens mans draugs no Latvijas ieminējās: “Par šo jautājumu katram manā ģimenē ir savs viedoklis.” Šīs diskusijas iesaista visu sabiedrību. Daudzas domas un argumenti ir pārdomāti, cieņas pilni un palīdz domāt un rīkoties, bet citi ir vienkārši noskaņoti pret svešiniekiem, nepalīdz meklēt risinājumu un veicina arvien lielākas bailes.

Par to es arī gribu šoreiz parunāt – par BAILĒM! Cilvēki izpauž savus uzskatus un emocijas, kad runā par imigrāciju, bēgļiem, patvēruma meklētājiem. Bieži redzama reakcija ir uztraukums un bailes. Es to varu saprast, jo man pašai dzīvē ir bijušas daudz un dažādas bailes. Dažas no tām ir izgaisušas, dažas vēl mēgina turēties. Tāpēc es cenšos nenosodīt citus, bet pati sev gan varu būt soģe. Turklāt es varu paust savas domas kā kristiete, jo mēs esam aicināti sekot augstākai pavēlei un likumam.

Jēzum vienmēr nostājās pretī tie, kuriem nepatika Viņa pieeja Dieva Valstības celšanai, vai arī tas, kādi cilvēki tiek aicināti šajā Valstībā. Šiem kritiķiem bija savas idejas, ko nozīmē dievbijība, vai ko nozīmē nacionālā identitāte un tikumība un reliģiska autoritāte. Turēt visu “nešķīsto”, “nepazīstamo” un “citādo” tālu tālu prom. Atnākot mājās mazgāt rokas, jo nevar taču zināt, kam vai kādiem cilvēkiem tās pieskārušās.

Reiz Jēzus atbildēja tā: “Jūs atmetat to, kas svarīgākais bauslībā – taisnīgu tiesu, žēlsirdību un ticību. (…) Aklie ceļa vadoņi! Jūs knišļus izkāšat, bet kamieļus norijat!” Skarbi vārdi, bet neskaitāmas reizes esmu sapratusi, ka tieši tā esmu rīkojusies. Esmu pievērsusi uzmanību labām lietām, bet esmu bijusi gluži akla pret pašu svarīgāko

Jautājums par patvēruma meklētājiem ir Taisnīgas Tiesas, Žēlsirdības un Ticības jautājums. Taisnīga izturēšanās pret imigrantiem un pret vietējo sabiedrību ir Taisnīgums. Spēja just līdzi un sirds, kas iežēlojas par bēgļiem, ir Žēlsirdība. Uzticēšanās Dievam, kad Viņš liek mums mīlēt sev tuvāko cilvēku kā sevi pašu, ir Ticība. Par katru no šīm lietām var daudz teikt, bet tas nākamajiem rakstiem.

No kā mēs baidāmies? Pārdomāsim savas bailes un bažas! Skatīsimies tām acīs, un tiksim ar tām galā! Viens no maniem skolotājiem teica, ka “svētums ir tuvošanās tumsai.” Tie kakti mūsu sirdīs, kas pilni bailēm, ir tiešām tumši, bet viss, ko Viņš ceļ gaismā, top gaišs. Un tad mēs varam mīlēt tos, kuri kļūst par mūsu līdzcilvēkiem, brīvi un aktīvi un upurējoties!