Here we are in 2014 and I’m in Bosnia, Sarajevo, hearing the stories of locals, heartfelt stories and war stories from ”the other side”…
… While I’m watching those people who were disappointed and betrayed by different people groups, individuals and organizations; people who are persistently looking for ways to survive (not only physically), fighting for lives and rights- not only their own, but of others; people who are standing up for righteousness in the midst of fear, chaos and despair. Tears are running down my cheeks and I have no words.
So much familiarity and closeness. Here, I’m touching something alive, real, in me and in them. I’m realising all this is happening in the time when we are hearing the news of destruction in the Middle East, news about killed or persecuted Christians, terrifying news about Islam on one side and these ”little people” trying to build bridges in between different religions, trying to get to know and understand ́the other side ́.
I see hearts so close to God’s heart; I see no more Muslims, I see humans.
I think of Jesus encountering the Samaritan woman in John 4:4-34. “People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Sam.16:7