few days in the shadow of the Cathedral of Wroclaw, the Cathedral Island. I lead a retreat for nuns elżbietanek. Lectio divina. Just a few passages from the Gospel of St. John. John. In my spare time I walk a lot, look, my meditation. The Gothic Cathedral, tall and dignified, fired up his 37 meter helmets. It is the mother church diocese, which once again became my home. For how long? I do not know. Apart from buildings of the Faculty of Theology, which once defended master's degree. I walk towards the church of Our Lady on the Sand. I'm trying to answer the question, if I feel at home here? Did I discover a deeper relationship with this place? I find it hard to answer. While making it difficult ...
Yes, I know. I'm a man on the road. But sometimes I think it would have to somehow stabilize for a while. Somewhere to settle. More create. Build. Not the place it depends, however, and from relationships with others, from friendship, dedication to work. Many of my links with Wrocław. Years of study, entering into adulthood. But is there no longer my home?
I see that I should study more. Love more loneliness. This creative. Pray, read, write, and preach. In the pulpit and the college's Cathedral. In individual interviews, and ministry. Yes, I have to do this step and fall in love with more loneliness. She is good and necessary. From it are born with other people, deep and sincere. And this is only a step to this, to have a sense of to become established. For some time. At least ...
I look at the beautifully lit cathedral Wroclaw. Lamplighter pozapalał have gas lamps on the Cathedral Island. Gently falling snow. And I mention a hearty hug with my loneliness ...
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