The Insight of an Immigrant
Everyone knows the feeling of being a stranger. Anytime we go to a gathering in a school, concert, or political event, we are with people we do not know and vice versa. We feel that “loneliness” on our first day in “middle school, high school, or college”. That apprehension is common when we appear the first day on a new job.
In America, all of us except the Native Americans came here as immigrants. Some in search of political freedom, economic opportunity, an escape from poverty or famine, and many were brought here as slaves. As a result, our ancestors and some of us know the feeling of “starting over” in a new world. The stories of those that came here to pursue and live in freedom enthrall me. Their courage, determination, and bold resolve are the stuff of which the American story is enriched.
Sadly, in this generation, the desire to be “religiously” free is no longer a priority for many Americans. The attitude toward faith is that it is confining. Church is laughed at and seen as antiquated or out of touch. God is not honored, revered, or feared. His name is on everyone’s lips in slang or in profanity. One of the phrases often heard in previous times was that we were “the land of the free and the home of the brave”. The further we progress in this present course, we are “the land of the spree, and the home of the rave”!
- Andresh Czonka, an immigrant from Hungary now a naturalized U.S. citizen living in Illinois: Americans are afraid. I see the fear in their eyes; I hear it in their voices. They lock their doors. They lie to protect themselves. I feel so bad for the country. But I feel so bad for the individual people; they seem to hurt so much, to be so alone. My country had problems. But we had an inner strength that is missing here. We had a different group of things we wanted to achieve, different things that we considered important and valuable.
I wish this for Americans, to have the inner strength that God can give. When I came to this country, I was excited to be an American and to be with Americans. I looked at your country and felt it was the best in the world. And since my childhood I have believed that your country was blessed because of your faith in God and you’re chasing for the right things in life. But now I think differently.
Americans don’t have much real faith in God. This surprised me. I thought when the tough times come; Americans make it okay by praying to God and being connected with Him. But this is not the case. Not many people pray. People here think they can do it by themselves. This saddens me, because I am a man of faith. I know I cannot do it except by the grace and power of God. (If Things Are So Good, Why Do I Feel So Bad? pg. 27, 31 by George Barna)
Acts 3:19-20 – Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, 20 and that he may send the Messiah, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus.