A felhő és a gyermek – Mese felnőtteknek igaz történet alapján

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1. Egy példa a nem kiszámíthatósàgra, ami egyre kevésbé jellemző ránk emberekre. Engem nagyon eltalàlt a történet, mert sajnos nagyon belementem korábban a biorobot féle gondolkodásba, mert azt éreztem én így nem vagyok jó, nekem meg kell felelnem és mindent meg kell tudnom magyarázni, mit miért csinálok…. Nem kívánom senkinek azt ahová ez juttat, az az állapot a lelki pokol. Aztán egy nagyon durva esemény kellős közepén találtam magam és meg is lettem kísértve, de ha akkor a Megtévesztőre hallgatok, akkor nem élne a gyerekem és már én sem, a lelkemről nem is beszélve.

   Richard Wurmbrand: Sermons in solitary confinement
   Részletek The unreasonableness of Love fejezetből: (elnézést, de egyelőre csak az eredeti angol szöveget tudom idézni)
   “…. Reason will tell you about the foolishness of the cross. Jesus was young, beautiful, vigorous. He could have made a good living as a carpenter, or as a doctor of the law. He could have married, and enjoyed life and still remained religious and a philanthropist. Why die to save people who do not want to be saved? Why start a religion which will not be accepted, or even heard of, by the overwhelming majority of mankind and which will be practiced only by a few isolated saints?
   Who would conceive such an unreasonable project? Only St. Paul dared to answer this question. A chill runs down your spine when you hear the answer. This plan of salvation arose from “the foolishness of God”. The Bible is the only religious book to contain such an expression, which must surely be considered a blasphemy by all the religions of the world, including Christianity – “the foolishness of God!”
   Love must submit to being condemned by reason. I told my missionary friend : “Just follow the promptings of love. Don’t try to justify your actions by arguments.”
   We in prison use the same unreasonableness. When we hear the cries of someone being beaten, all the others begin to bang on their doors, crying: ” Help! Help! Stop beating!” There is nobody to hear us, except those who are beating and who now, instead of beating only one, beat us all up, one after the other. You hear the doors being unlocked. Now it is the fourth prisoner to my right. Follows the third. I have only two left. Then I hear the cries of my nearest neighbour. Only two or three minutes left – how long these minutes are – and then I will be beaten, too. What is the sense of expressing your solidarity with those who are beaten? It is non-sense, which means that it is pure love. Love does not think about what it will achieve, what it will gain. Love does not think at all. Love does not care about reason. Why should it?
   If we are to love our enemies, why should we not love reason, that bitter critic, too? We can succeed in doing things. But we shall never persuade reason to love love. Reason considered Jesus and Paul to be madmen. My reason condemns me as mad, too.
   This time I attained a paroxysm of unreasonableness. When the guards entered to give me my share of beating I jumped at one of them and kicked him. I am so thin. They are so many. It was foolish. Reason tells me: “Christ taught you to turn the other cheek.” I answer : “Shut up! I have to turn the other cheek when I am slapped, not when my brother is tortured and my whole nation is oppressed.”
   …. My mind jumps from molecules to rats. Now it has forgotten the rats and thinks about Western Christians. I remember the tragic word in Philippians: “No church communicated with me.” Why are we abandoned by the Western Christians?
   Their reason, probably, tells them that they could do nothing practical for us. But why do they follow reason, which Luther called “the beast” and not love? Why don’t they come to free us, with the risk that they will be defeated and suffer the same fate as us? Their strategists may tell them that the balance of power is not in their favour. But since when has love consulted strategists? Why does not a group of a thousand Western Christians come as tourists, attack our prison, rush into the corridors and tell us: “We have not forgotten you. We love you”? It may be a foolish enterprise. But from our side it was also a foolish thing to bang on a cell door when our brother was beaten.
   And then, the Western Christians all have their guardian angels. Each has six wings, which means that they are prepared to fetch messages. Why don’t they send their guardian angels to caress our weary heads and to tell us about love? I feel the nearness of such angels, but when I ask them where they come from, they are nearly always from another prison cell or from a brother in Rumania itself. Can angels from the West be stopped at the Iron Curtain? How big are their wings? Are they the wings of a chicken, which cannot fly, or the wings of an eagle?
   Where is the unreasonableness of love? If they are partakers of the divine nature, why are they not also partakers of the foolishness of God?
   Foolish questions, dear brothers and sisters. If I spoke to you tonight it was to teach you one thing: dare to walk in the foolish, completely unreasonable, paths of love! St. Augustine said: “Love God, and do what you will.” Love, and your foolish actions will be wiser than the wisdom of men. Amen”

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