Another Easter passing by…

When Jesus Came to Golgotha

When Jesus came to Golgotha
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns;
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Birmingham,
They simply passed Him by;
They never hurt a hair of Him,
They only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender,
And they would not give Him pain;
They only just passed down the street,
And left Him in the rain.

Still Jesus cried, “Forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”
And still it rained the winter rain
That drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see;
And Jesus crouched against a wall
And cried for Calvary.

While searching for a text to read during yesterday’s supper, my husband came upon this poem by Geoffrey Kennedy. I noticed how these lines meet our actual situation on the point. We no longer experience hatred of the Good News in our countries, but a lot of indifference, lack of understanding and the occasional mockery. The “modern” human has other concerns. But was it ever different? Everyday life with its joys and sorrows determined the thinking, feeling and acting of “normal” people at all times.
Many of us no longer understand the teaching of Jesus’ atonement on the cross, they are not able to access their guiltiness, instead appear self-confident, many even self-righteous.

But sin does not only mean moral failure. It can also be the wrong attitude that we always revolve around ourselves.

I remember watching a documentary in which a survivor of a concentration camp said: “The opposite of good is not evil, but indifference”. Indeed, this indifference is at the root of all evil. Much too often we complain about OUR stress, about OUR illness, about people or the fate, which are so cruel to US. In doing so, we overlook the obvious, the hidden hardship of others. A kind word, a little understanding, a short visit to a sick person, widowed person or elderly, could sometimes do wonders! In this sense, we are all sinful and in need of forgiveness.

De ce nu imi este foame in “trenul foamei”?!

Probabil ati auzit cu totii de “trenul foamei”, asta daca nu ati avut privilegiul de a calatori in el. Eu il am chiar acum cand va scriu aceste randuri. Trenul acesta si-a capatat porecla datorita faptului ca parcurge o ruta atat de lunga incat, spun unii, nu are cum sa nu ti se faca foame si nu asa, da’ rau! Si totusi… Ca sa fiu mai exacta, calatoresc de la Iasi spre Arad, iar la final voi fi parcurs aproximativ 16 ore in acest mijloc de transport in comun care imi trezeste tot felul de senzatii, mai putin dorinta de a manca. De ce spun asta? Pentru ca intr-un loc in care miroase a urina (si alte cele) numai pofta de mancare nu ai. Nu iti este foame in “trenul foamei” deoarece iti piere pofta de orice cand vezi mizeria ce te inconjoara, gunoaiele aruncate peste tot, cosurile de gunoi minuscule care s-au umplut si se revarsa, ca sa nu mai vorbesc despre toalete, care sunt sub orice critica. Da, pot sa spun ca, desi mi s-a facut foame, mi-a pierit pofta instantaneu in urma celor vazute, simtite si auzite.

Ca sa termin pe un ton mai pozitiv, as vrea sa va spun ca in ciuda celor amintite mai sus, au fost momente in care datorita peisajului care mi-a furat privirea pe alocuri, am reusit sa ma desprind pentru cateva clipe si am zburat cu gandul undeva departe, intr-un colt de natura curat, acolo unde omul poate inca nu a ajuns sa paseasca ca sa calce totul in picioare. Traim intr-o tara frumoasa care are atatea de oferit, e pacat ca nu stim sa traim si noi frumos, ca sa-i oferim respectul cuvenit.