Mittwoch, 27. März 2013
Freitag, 22. März 2013
Ich habe beschlossen, dass ich nicht mehr jammern will. Der Schnee lässt schließlich meine Blumen noch besser aussehen. Zumindest heben sie sich besser ab.
Ich könnte die Tristesse einfach nicht mehr sehen und Farbe macht ja auch gleich bessere Laune.
Und es hat sogar gewirkt. Die Sonne kam für ein paar Minuten raus.
Mittwoch, 20. März 2013
After many childhood summers spent in France, I kept a certain love for Chansons. I am keeping France in my heart even longer then the anchor, that symblises the sea, or even the Union Jack. And there is Béatrice Martin with a pirate's heart, singing about the little death. The perfect song for an melancholic afternoon.
I just realised how many little deaths surround our lives. Sleep's brother is death and orgasm is called the little death. A breaking heart feels like dying. Actually, we are surrounded by death in all its smaller forms. And most of them show us to love live even more. If they didn't exist, we wouldn't be able to see those swift moments of joy.
Like the phoenix, we grow out of the ashes, again and again, and begin a new live after every little death.
Dienstag, 19. März 2013
These dayse, we can witness some great renewal in the Catholic Church. Some of you might say, change is said too much, but the least bit of a change is a renewal in this institution.
A pope resigning to enjoy hos last years after doing the service for his church without growing older and older in front of the eyes of the world. And then, the election of a Non-European, Franciscan and Jesuit for pope.
I was sent out of class in the Catholic studies when I was 10, because I asked questions. I did not went to confirmation, because I didn't want to follow the old man in Rome, which was Johannes Paul II in these days. I even did not want to go there only for the expensive presents, when I was not able to believe. As a child, I could even understand the celibacy, because in our chapel house, our lay pastor lived with his wife and children. So why should the work for the church and familiy exclude each other, when he could do both?
It seems as if the Catholic church is ecluding more people then including them, divorced people, homosexuals.... It should embrase them instead. God excludes nobody, this is how my nana taught me.
I am not a religious person, but eight years ago, I was sitting in front of my TV, observing that little lighted window, behind which Johannes Paul II was dying. I could not even say, why I did something so irrational. I just felt I wanted to somehow accompany him on his last journey. He was the only pope I had known all my life, anyway.
This time, I was watching the white smoke coming out of the chimney, by chance. But when Cardinal Bergoglio stepped onto the loggia as Franciscus I. I suddenly had the feeling that I was witnessing the beginning of something new.
There he stood, a humble man asking for the blessing of the people. A simple man, who, as a Cardinal, went to work by public transport, who does not need pompous things. After the habemus papam, it is said that he took the bus with the others instead of his limousine.
Even the choice of his new name is programmatic, because St. Francis of Assis was a men of peace and spent his life working for the poor. As a Cardinal Bergoglio worked in the slums and he knows what poverty is. He might me against the marriage for homosexuals and their adoption of children; he is even against abortion, but I have some hope that he will do something against the poverty in the world. An institution like the Catholic Church cannot be changed in an instant but only step by step, even if these steps are tiny.
As a Jesuit he is strongly connected with the lessons of Jesus and Jesuits did not exclude anyone. He went to the poor, to the outlaws and embrased them all. My hope is that we will arrive there again, one day, because everything that happended between Jesus and today was made by men with very limited horizons.