Spring has sprung high in the green, touched the sky and kissed the sun.
It's really nice. Thousands of Poles has been escaping from big cities to catch a little bit of the miracle (fresh air, sun, water and kids around). They are waiting in traffic jams, kilometers away from the destiny, hoping the nightmare is close to the end, almost smelling the grilled sausages.
Others, stuck inside the shopping malls, unhappy because of the business (too little clients - owners) or (too many clients - assistants).
Anothers, opening their computers, are wondering "what the hell am I doing?" but... the yellow cursor is glittering on a screen, the heart is beating stronger and louder. Fine...
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Saturday, April 09, 2005
JP2
Few missing words
I haven’t written for such a long time but now I am not able to write anything except: JP2
I am not a papist. I don’t feel like a catholic. I was brought up to be a catholic though. My mother promised on the day of my christening, in presence of the bishop and his boss (God) that she would do everything she could to make me believe in Christian God. And she really tried and did her best. I went to church at least once a week; I was active during each kind of holidays, my parents tried to answer my most difficult and strange questions. However, I was growing up and as it is natural, my parents lost their control over my soul.
While discovering the dark side of Church on my own (it’s bloody history, crimes, injustice, hierarchy, money, money, money UUUhhh) I realized I didn’t want to have anything in common with such a hypocritical institution. Moreover, the institution itself did me a favour to shut me out of it’s room. The parson in a church to which our family was written to belong (sometimes people choose their own church but most of them are members of the nearest church in the place they live), decided to cross me out the list of people being the members of this particular parish. Still I wonder what caused him to do it so radically. After having checked some kind of notes he told me: “I don’t think you are our member any more.” And he hung the phone up. In such a way my adventure with the Holy Church has stopped. My personal dialogue with God has started.
However, the second day of April, before my birthday the Christian God decided to take the Pope John Paul II to his kingdom.
Happy Birthday!!!– the God spoke to me...
Anyway, it was the time when I started to think about my faith, my poor country, life and death and some other crucial issues without any supreme answer.
My poor country: so harmfully experienced, so beautiful, old and modern, full of superstitions, nonsense, wisdom, thieves, charity, misfortune and heart... Suddenly it became the centre of catholic cult of the One. Everybody forgot about some misunderstandings between them personally and the institution of church. They jointed in pain and sorrow, decided to go abreast in the funeral procession, light the candles and murmur the words of Lord’s Prayer. Streets full of people, tears, caddish, sights, glow of colourful candles, pictures of the Pope – Our Pope. At 12, each day of the National Mourning life in Poland stopped for a minute. At 21:37 people gathered on the streets, lit candles, prayed, cried. This moment will ever stay in my memory – the moment when the lights in houses were switched off, bells in churches rang loudly and people stopped and tears flew on their faces. I don’t think I will experience such emotions ever in future.
I haven’t written for such a long time but now I am not able to write anything except: JP2
I am not a papist. I don’t feel like a catholic. I was brought up to be a catholic though. My mother promised on the day of my christening, in presence of the bishop and his boss (God) that she would do everything she could to make me believe in Christian God. And she really tried and did her best. I went to church at least once a week; I was active during each kind of holidays, my parents tried to answer my most difficult and strange questions. However, I was growing up and as it is natural, my parents lost their control over my soul.
While discovering the dark side of Church on my own (it’s bloody history, crimes, injustice, hierarchy, money, money, money UUUhhh) I realized I didn’t want to have anything in common with such a hypocritical institution. Moreover, the institution itself did me a favour to shut me out of it’s room. The parson in a church to which our family was written to belong (sometimes people choose their own church but most of them are members of the nearest church in the place they live), decided to cross me out the list of people being the members of this particular parish. Still I wonder what caused him to do it so radically. After having checked some kind of notes he told me: “I don’t think you are our member any more.” And he hung the phone up. In such a way my adventure with the Holy Church has stopped. My personal dialogue with God has started.
However, the second day of April, before my birthday the Christian God decided to take the Pope John Paul II to his kingdom.
Happy Birthday!!!– the God spoke to me...
Anyway, it was the time when I started to think about my faith, my poor country, life and death and some other crucial issues without any supreme answer.
My poor country: so harmfully experienced, so beautiful, old and modern, full of superstitions, nonsense, wisdom, thieves, charity, misfortune and heart... Suddenly it became the centre of catholic cult of the One. Everybody forgot about some misunderstandings between them personally and the institution of church. They jointed in pain and sorrow, decided to go abreast in the funeral procession, light the candles and murmur the words of Lord’s Prayer. Streets full of people, tears, caddish, sights, glow of colourful candles, pictures of the Pope – Our Pope. At 12, each day of the National Mourning life in Poland stopped for a minute. At 21:37 people gathered on the streets, lit candles, prayed, cried. This moment will ever stay in my memory – the moment when the lights in houses were switched off, bells in churches rang loudly and people stopped and tears flew on their faces. I don’t think I will experience such emotions ever in future.
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