good friday 2015

for those who wonder – i live because Christ does. there is no other way, no alternative, however crazy this sound. every good friday, for the past 20 years or so, i think of Christ’s death. of the narratives that are read and repeated endlessly for at least 15 hundred years. whom he met. who…

give god a place

the purpose of advent is to prepare for christmas. the purpose of christmas is… what is the purpose of christmas? one answer, rather unpopular, would be: to remember that god came into the history as Jesus, and did all those great things. another answer, slightly more popular, would go thus: christmas is the time for…

opening the Advent 2014 calendar

as Dylan Thomas wrote in his Under Milk Wood, time… passes. we can hear it and we can feel it, and we have to live it. time passes. every day, every hour, every minute bring us closer to the solution of the puzzle that is life. time passes. whether we be happy, or sad, satisfied…

for our god, too, is a destroying fire

of course, the more we talk of god, the less we say – for he is infinite, and our language, rich as it might be, is finite and lacks dimension. but seeing the infinite in the finite is a gift and a sign of being created in his image, for this is who we are,…

eighteen – the unexpected

for a moment think – there is this scene slightly after the birth of jesus. and you are there. as one of those personages who do not get named in the scriptures. like an animal, or a person in the street. would you see just a baby and loads of commotion? or maybe just the…

the logic of love

(offtopic) chaffinch starts his song at 06:43 in the morning. ——————————————————————————– i chose Christ, not because i feared to die, but rather because He did not; i walk with Him not because of religion, but of companionship, call it love. i do not know who loved whom first – i in my finite predisposition, or He…

sometimes the world is a blur of stuff

and i want to stop it, take a screwdriver, unscrew the frame, take the insides out. sort them into neat piles, throw out loads of stuff, re-arrange the rest, so that all things have space. then unravel the mess of connectors and neatly connect everything appropriately, without knots and dubious liaisons. and check the battery, and…

the august nights when the stars are so close

last night i thought: yes, this is my favourite season: it is cool – not chilly, just cool; thru the open window by my bed i see the black silk of the star-strewn sky, framed by treetops. it all is still. and i am still, like this time of the summer gone and autumn arriving.…

totally un-academically

and then i suddenly realised that i have seen the place in my dreams. the czestochowa basilica. sometime i will try to write it up – for now let it be enough to remember i have seen it in my dreams. and what i think now is – i want to rest at the feet…

meantime

for the two past days, i was translating a conference with/for people with ALS/MND. i admire the ones choose to fight on. i do. they have achieved much. they have moved mountains. they have been real vikings. even if i would never choose to fight on myself in a similar situation. if i had a…

so far

my room looks bare without timothy the cat. nobody attacks me unexpectedly. nobody is discovered sleeping on the printer. nobody catches moths. and it is so quiet now. creepy. timothy the cat has found a great place at my parents’ and is enjoying his situation and station immensely. he even is kind to my mother…

convergences

when reading the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman, this is what comes to mind: in all societies there are places, and times where people from different cultures meet and have to share the space and time. such places and times can become a point of departure for many things. Jesus meets a woman…

of self-righteousness and proximity of christ

today is not much better than yesterday. today just adds to my nervousness and inability to concentrate. my mother is back in hospital. well, that would be the only good news for this day. yesterday i ran into a heap of the righteous christians. quite unexpectedly, and thus the more damage to my already tired…

not inspiring

this is a very … interesting time for this me. interesting as in the proverbial curse attributed to the chinese. interesting because of its duality, even triplicity. at some point, many years ago, i became one. me. with all the experience, and old traumæ, and half-healed wounds, and the awareness of god, and my own…

ash wednesday

Yet even now, says the LORD, return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning; rend your hearts and not your clothing. Return to the LORD, your God, for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and relents from punishing. (Joel 2:12-13) when i…

the mountaintop experience

almost sermon layout for the following places first, the ascent. then, the waiting. then, the vision. after that, the meeting. then, the rules. then, the descent. then, the treason. after that, the adherence to the rules. then, the plodding on.

a letter

dear god, i am only a poet in a world of too many words. thank you for listening to my silences. faithfully yours, me Posted by Wordmobi

what i believe* in

new york (i mustn’t stop believing in it or else it will cease to exist) that little invisible virii (viruses) are the cause of the common cold that there are true kiwis that there is a huge sock-eater somewhere in my room (invisibly present) that vegetables talk that my half-empty mug is also half-full that…

english is my religion

in the beginning, there was a language, and a kid. the language was centuries older than the kid. then the language was grafted onto the kid, and the language grew into a world. but the kid loved mathematics, and regarded the language only as a useful tool. as i look back at my school years…

creative blasphemy

“you are so creative,” she said. “but i am not,” i said. “that is blasphemy,” she said. “i don’t know about that,” i said, “i just think that creativity is something else.” and so, i thought, what is creativity? and what is the gift i have, and how shall i call it? thus today i…

horseless apocalypse

the horsemen (2009). a film about a police inspector solving a series of murders thematically tied to the four horsemen of the apocalipse, only to find out that his own son is one of the said horsemen. it is a film about this horribly crippled world, and, in a sense, about what happens when people…

it is simply complicated

the moon, a pale scimitar, over the swollen waters of the river.  i think of how one can be in love with god. and why it is so bizarre and incomprehensible in the eyes of others to be in love with god. is it because ppl think one can love only what one can see,…