Another part of my life as a patient - in Ustroń bather. Yet only a week until the end! Regards to everyone!
Sunday, June 21
The morning Eucharist, the sisters, today in a concelebrated with Fr. Siegfried. In his homily, referring to the evangelical scene storm on the lake. "Who is this that even wind and the sea obey Him? "- on this one question, lean on a two-minute reflection. Is Jesus for me and my life Christ? Is it really? Examples should be sought in the history of his life. What do I do if something breaks, surprises, when the storm is raging in my life as when I react, what am I doing? Do you fear, fear wins and give up? Or afford it, to fall on his knees before the Lord and wybeczeć (in the sense of a good cry), so this literally wybeczeć my condition? Who is this? Is my Christ?
established himself with the nuns. Ustroń Their house is for me, this "Bethany", which is good for me to return. Here is just a house! After lunch I'm heading for a walk Nadwiślańska route. A little out of breath going out on "our" hill. I visit a parish church, which just has its day indulgence. It moves me, the attitude of many patients with a spa hospital. It is important for them Sunday Mass. Today at 7.00, for example, from the room next door neighbors participated in it by TVP. Those who can, go to church. Many, knowing that I am a priest, not only to greet me, the words "bless God, "but with respect and say:" Please Father. " Both patients and staff. I think to myself, whether to give these people a sufficiently clear testimony of the priesthood? It moves me, their attitude, but obliges. Although I am a patient among patients, I can not forget who I am. Even if you ever thought that in such places will not show too much of this fact. I guess I make a mistake. As much as I am ashamed.
Tuesday, June 23
morning I go to Ochojca. I was asked to be consulted on the hematoma. Thanks goodness sisters, I can efficiently get to the clinic. Two further visits to the surgeons' fears allayed. Hematoma, should absorb that! Phew. A stone fell from my heart! Thanks be to God! Standing in front of the clinic I look up at 7 and 8 floors. I feel moved internally. Something, however, tied me to this place ... Something was ... Some important, very important experience in my life story took place right here.
Storms and heavy rain caused flooding and flooding. Also in my family home. I can not sleep that night. I think about my parents, who pour out alone in the water, which raided the attic of our house and at the same time pumping water out of the cellar. I think of all those who in these days grappling with the disaster.
Thursday, June 25
evening visited me Maria. We went to the Vistula. First, walk through the deserted as the period of the year the city center, then drove up the hill in Malysz Malinka. Nice, new facility, built as a specific consequence of successive cups of Adam. Unfortunately, apparently has some sort of fault. Do not know much about these objects. Sam hill makes the impression. In me still wish / dream that we could afford to host sporting events - cultural as other countries in Europe and the world. This dream would not be more Cinderella ...
noise flowing Vistula invited us to come to the Black yet, look at the origins of the Queen of Polish Rivers. Revived in me memories of childhood and the desire to return to the mountain trails ...
Beskid
Saturday, June 27
rains and thunderstorms in Poland does not feel 'welcomed to life. Most of the time it is muggy and stuffy. Despite this, living in climates "Duty" theme in our spa, which is, of course, complaining about the lack of weather (although this is always, just not always be what you wish), not giving up my morning walks - training. Once the umbrella, once without. Immediately after breakfast I go out. I walk briskly fixed route. This is my time to the rosary and meditation. A good time. That is why so much care about him. I (and perhaps finally) come to one of the fundamental considerations that you need in life to do something FOR YOU. Time goes fast, it takes him a little book for myself. Think about yourself, your health, body, soul, psyche. You can not use 362 days a year to be 24 hours a day available to the world. True, there are exceptions to the rules. There are specific situations, etc.. If everything will be guided by the principle of love-in-chief, will be fine. But this rule is to first love the Lord your God. And then your neighbor as yourself. That's right, "as yourself". So do something for yourself is not selfishness, but the fulfillment of the commandment to love one another, a more loving God and others!
Sunday, June 28
As soon somehow passed me this week. I notice that when you have a structured program for the day and time, everything goes faster. No, no, it is not my style! Rather, I am an artist, I can not operate "in the boxes." But here, in the hospital - I do not have spa alternative. Be that as it may, this time trying to live a rather busy and effectively. Lots of fun for me reading the books. Reading these "workshops" in the field of theology, traditionally I trace after them with a pencil, write on the margins of major issues. It's my way of "dialogue" with the text. It helps me to keep returning. I know that not everyone endorses this style, but helps me. And so in the Year of the Priest decided to read some books on the priesthood. I just read a recent publication by Cardinal. Walter Kasper, pt. "Servant of joy. The life and priestly ministry. " Kasper, a German theologian - a dogmatist of the University of Tuebingen, is currently the cardinal in the Roman Curia, which I appreciate for his earlier works ("Jesus Christ", "God Jesus Christ"), as well as his personal stance as a human (in Rome, we are almost neighbors) , wrote a book on the 50th anniversary his ordination. And so this morning I read a sentence that provoked me to an examination of conscience ...: "a priest in the original sense of the word should be a theologian, or someone who is talking about God and life, have always treated my existence as part of my theology of priestly existence. Announcement of the sermon was for me a serious theological question. " So when it came me today deliver his homily Sunday, I put the question whether it can deliver not just to grab the audience, to say: "It was a beautiful sermon," but deliver them to give them meaning and depth of faith, Christ delight, provoke to examine their attitudes ... Is the sermon is for me the real "theological issue" ... What I am a theologian? Is it at all so I am?
Kasper goes on: "Make friends with Jesus, truly for Him and His" things "are mad, to proclaim the kingdom of God as the kingdom of life, justice, holiness and peace - is what makes the priest, theologian, or someone who speaks about God, which has a genuine human face. In this way the priest can give answers to the most important existential questions, not only with his lips, but also his whole life. In this way the spiritual darkness of many people it can bring light, life and joy of becoming a servant of joy (2 Corinthians 1:24). " Strong observation! And the right way! Everything must start making friends with Jesus Christ! I like that term to "true for him and his" issues "crazy." Crazy for Christ. Crazy for the Gospel. Crazy for the Church. Crazy for a man. How many times in my life have I had such a sublime and beautiful desires? How many of them in me?
My impression is that more and more difficult to me to preach the Word of God. Emphasize the Word of God and not my own observations and comments ...
After the church. I'm heading for a walk to Hermanice. Walk takes me only 20 minutes. Drizzle and steaming earth more pleasant way, but I go. In Hermanice visit Dominican church. That's why I came here. I just keep rebuilding or repair of the interior. I look to the side chapel. There is a sizable tabernacle mounted on the column, chapel in the center of the image of Mary, on a red background wall. Above the picture of the inscription: "Mother of the Word of God" ... Exactly. Mother of the Word of God ... Everything in the subject. I kneel down and ask his mother: "Pray for me ...." I'm going
Retreat transflective above it all. My thoughts interrupted by a mobile phone ringtone. It's Helena and Antos. They came for a visit. After coffee and a piece of cake with the "delicacies", we went together on Równica. Despite the mist and walk gaworzymy. Nice this afternoon with "old friends.
Monday, June 29
celebration of Peter and Paul. Since this morning I'm in my thoughts Riposto, a small town in Sicily. It's one of those places on earth that I love very much. This particular charity has its own unique bit of history associated with sleep, which is something I write. In Riposto the main town square (so that market), near the port, stands the basilica dedicated to St. Peter. Feast of the patron saint is also the feast of the whole city. Prince of the Apostles to leave again today, his chapel, and a solemn procession led by the Bishop will zaniesiony the sea. They will sing, clap, and let no huge size of fireworks and firecrackers. Several years ago I preached a sermon in the novena before this solemn day. So I think today my lovely "ripostesi", ie residents Riposto. Yesterday I called Maurizio. He will provide greetings to all. We celebrate together. Disconnected, and yet close.
several days fascinates me with an intense aroma of blooming in July. During my walks I stop every now and then the fragrant trees, and revels in their fragrance. It reminds me of a trifle Kochanowski
"Visitor, sit under my leaves, and the rest for yourself!
Do you here the sun, I promise you,
nawysszej Although the flies into the sky, a simple rays
I bring into the trees shot their shadows. Here
cool breezes ever blow from the field zawiewają,
here nightingales, starlings sweetly here to complain about.
From my fragrant flower
industrious bees gather honey, which later graces noble tables. And I
his gentle whispers I can snadnie,
That man sweet sleep comes easily. Apples
Although not born, but you just put me as a strain
napłodniejszy in hesperyskim orchard. "
Probably never before not concentrating on the smell in July, as this year. He reminds us that summer is ... In conjunction with the landscape of Beskydy, evokes the fondest memories of my childhood and teenage years. Shrugs. Thawing. It touches me longings and desires. Nieogarnionego closer to the picture ... I'd like to stop and smell for a long time ...
Ustroń weeks and days have given me a chance to dream more often than usual, on life, on what before. This evening I sat down with a glass of cold (Czech) beer, somewhere in the middle of my evening walking tour. I looked at the people. I watched world. I like to watch, it's part of my nature. I asked what to do next ... I feel that I want to finish writing a job and leave for Tanzania. Although a bit. I know I'm needed there, that I promised. After all, pulls me to the African continent. I can not stand still. I have a strong need for action, a mission. But ... For some time, mostly to pray like this: "I may fulfill your will, O God." Just like that ... I let it be ...
Tuesday, June 30
tonight for the first time a few days can be could see the mountains. Misty rose cap. For how long?
read Kasper. There are many such statements, which constitute the material for meditation on the day of recollection. "Reading and meditating on the Scriptures must therefore play a major role in the priestly life. Not a private whim, but it is the source of the Word and the inspiration for the whole work of preaching and priests. " not only reading, but reading and meditating, or listening to the Scriptures ... How much do I need faith ...! Benedict XVI in one of Wednesday's catechesis of St. George. Paul said: "Faith is not a figment of our mind, the fruit of our reflection, is something new that we can not come up, and only we can accept as a gift, as a novelty, the creator of the Lord. Faith does not come from reading, but from listening. It is not just something internal, but the relationship with Someone. Assumed to meet the proclaimed news, presupposes the existence of another, who preaches and creates communion " (10 Dec 2008). Have the faith! To be able to open the gift, which she is. Living God. These are the deepest desires, with whom I walk, sometimes I stray up. Desire for a sincere, true ...
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