The difficulties are God’s gifts , tackling them day after day , we are trying our wings . God in His infinite mercy so it fit , that men can only bring themselves, their surrounding into this world with labouring effort . One does not have to be afraid of either the work nor the effort ! Lets take up our crosses and follow the crucified Christ like that , the development of life ,the work ,is the struggle itself .
On the Good Fridays of our lives again and again we have to make decisions , and well-well , we choose Barabbas . And even after this there is no anger , Jesus after His resurrection kindles a fire, prepares some fish and invites His disciples for a banquet of peace . “ Do you love me ? “ -asks He not only Peter who denied Him but all of us . Jesus does the same in our days as well , He tries to gather us with great-great love . He joins us and just like the disciples from Emmaus ,accompanies us with pierced feet on the dusty road , and like a beggar awaits us to invite Him into our hearts . Yes God is yearning for our love and we are so tight-fisted towards Him. We give Him our love rationed on a micro-scale , as though we would have acquired that paying a high price for it. My dear brethren , come , lets worship God !
At the end of our lives we will be judged based on our love , how we helped Jesus in the most needy people . Jesus Himself puts the question to us day after day in the least of our brethren : I am hungry ! Will you feed me ? I am naked ! Will you clothe me ? I am ignorant! Will you teach me ? I am uncouth , ignorant , miserable ! Will you treat with me with love , goodness , mercy ? I am a sinner , a squanderer! Can you bend down to me with the love of the father of the prodigal son, with forgiving goodness ?
Our image of God also determines our image of ourselves , the world as well.God is not a lonely heavenly Lord , who with outreach hands , strong arms is directing lording the little men who pay homage to Him, but an infinitely gentle, kind-hearted , community bathing , immersed in love stretching His arms towards us , the Holy Trinity , so we have to transform to the image , likeness of our Creator , our communities have to become communities of love .
Can I rejoice ? Everybody should write their own “Magnificat” ! If you have the opportunity do it once, retreat into your room pr the chapel , with a sheet of paper in your hand , and write your own Song of Praise , Thanksgiving !
With our eyes we can see the colours , with our hands we can palpate , feel objects, with our tongues we can discover the tastes , with our faith we can embrace God. Faith is one’s only sensory organ , by which one can embrace the supernatural world, God’s world . With our faith these two mystical arms we search for God , Whom we can discover either in our own , even in our Church’s , or even in our people’s most hidden blind alley so we can embrace Him.
Our God , the gift of Your grace is that Your followers follow You with one will. Grant your people , that we love what You command and we yearn for what You promise , and in the midst of this continuously changing world we whole heartedly follow You , in whom we find our true joy. Through our Lord Jesus Christ who lives and reigns with You in unity with the Holy Spirit . one God for ever and ever .Amen .
The greatest sin of our days is the abstract love of people , an impersonal love for those who are somewhere far away . It is easy to love people whom, we do not know, the ones whom we ‘ll never meet ! Since then there is no need to make sacrifices , beside all this we are so satisfied with ourselves ! This is how we cheat our conscience. Love that neighbour with whom you live together and is a burden, a nuisance for you!
One aspect of the love of Christ is that it is infinite . He does not just love us for twenty-thirty years , not as long as many people , whilst one is beautiful , kind , interesting , kind-hearted . No, “for the mountains may move and the hills disappear, but even then my faithful love for you will remain.”Isaiah 54, 10. This “never , this endlessness , is what captivates me, knocks me back. He loves me even if I make a mistake, He loves me even if I hurt someone .
If someone really wants to get to know me look into the eyes of those children I am bringing up.
I was having a chat with a former teacher of mine who taught Hungarian language and it came up during the conversation that earlier I used to write poetry , and asked me whether am I still writing now as well .
Yes , I replied but nowadays -like every parent . I am not putting my thoughts on paper but try to inscribe them into our children hearts , and that you can only read from their glances .