you're asking, how is the resurrection of the dead?
I do not know
you're asking, when is the resurrection of the dead?
I do not know
you're asking, is there a resurrection of the dead?
I do not know
you're asking, is there no resurrection of the dead?
I do not know
I only know, what you are not asking about:
the resurrection of the living
I only know, what he is calling us for:
to the resurrection in the here and now.
(Kurt Marti)
The last line of this poem by Kurt Marti could also be translated to: “to the standing up in the here and now”, to better convey the intended meaning from the multiple uses of the word “Auferstehung” in the German language.
Kurt Marti excelled in this poem once more in grounding complex metaphysical-religious concepts with simple phrases. He easily brings the reader back to everyday life. This is great inspiration to me.
Over the past few days, it became clear to me that I continue to be called to support those people in this world, who have difficulty to believe that there can be such thing as a resurrection of the living. These are no infidels and heathens; these are the excluded, the under-priviledged, the marginalized, those affected by the consequences of our wealth and security.
I made myself once more available for consideration for serving another mission with MSF/Doctors without Borders in the foreseeable future.
ihr fragt, wie ist die auferstehung der toten?
ich weiss es nicht
ihr fragt, wann ist die auferstehung der toten?
ich weiss es nicht
ihr fragt, gibt’s eine auferstehung der toten?
ich weiss es nicht
ihr fragt, gibt’s keine auferstehung der toten?
ich weiss es nicht
ich weiss nur, wonach ihr nicht fragt:
die auferstehung derer die leben
ich weiss nur, wozu Er uns ruft:
zur auferstehung heute und jetzt.
(Kurt Marti)
Kurt Marti hat es auch in diesem Gedicht geschafft, metaphysisch-religiöse Konzepte in einfachen Sätzen zurück auf den Boden der Alltagsrealität zu holen. Davon lasse ich mich gerne inspirieren.
Für mich ist in den letzten Tagen klar geworden, dass ich immer noch gerufen bin, diejenigen Menschen in dieser Welt zu unterstützen, denen es schwer fällt daran zu glauben, dass es eine Auferstehung der Lebenden geben kann. Nein, das sind keine Ungläubigen; sondern Ausgegrenzte, Unterpriviligierte, An-den-Rand-Gedrängte, Betroffene der Konsequenzen unseres Wohlstandes und unserer Sicherheit.
Ich habe mich deshalb wieder bei MSF/Ärzte ohne Grenzen gemeldet, um in absehbarer Zukunft durch einen Einsatz in einem ihrer Projekt zu dienen.
Bergahorn, allein auf weiter Flur [in der Nähe des Kraftortes Heiligkreuz] – A solitary Great (or Sycamore) Maple tree [near Heiligkreuz, a place of strength in Switzerland].
Heute möchte ich ein Gebet mit dir teilen, das in poetischer Weise beschreibt woher einige meiner Gedanken stammen die die Grundlage sind für viele meiner Blogeinträge. Es gibt mir Kraft, diesen Weg weiter zu gehen.
Gott,
lege Worte mir in den Mund,
die über das hinaus reichen, was erreichbar ist.
Die über das hinaus denken,
was denkbar ist.
Die sich mehr wünschen
und mehr vorstellen,
als ich mir wünschen und vorstellen kann. Continue reading “Verdichten (+en)”→
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As we were gathered in silence this Sunday, it was easy to listen to and to hear the raindrops outside.”
The reference to rain shows that I wrote this account of my thoughts back in October when I was worshipping with the Victoria Friends Meeting – here in the Yukon it is currently -35 degrees and no rain in sight!
I was contemplating on the various ways they follow their journey in their natural cycle. Some of them will fall on the earth, the ground that is receptive to soak them up, to store it for the plants, and to release it in the cycle later. Others will run off and pool in a depression, being available for animals to quench their thirst. Yet others will fall on a roof, go down the gutter, onto the concrete, run off the roadways, into the sewer system and the storm drains. Some of them will need to go through a water treatment plant before they are released back into the wild, allowing them to join the natural cycle again.
As I was looking in a contemplative gaze out the window – into a wintery morning scene with freshly blowing snow and some lights shining from the roof of a construction site across the street – I felt this gentle urge, this longing, to be doing something with my hands. I had this instant flash of memory of the project I was working off and on all summer long: a tiny house on wheels. I imagined how ideal it would be to have such an ongoing project set up and waiting for those moments where my hands call for meaningful activity.
The becoming of my passive-solar-design-tiny-house-on-a-trailer in summer 2012
But my little project is set aside for the winter. Choosing to embrace a simple lifestyle and not to maintain a permanent place to live has its consequences: I am not always in control and have to accept what the respective circumstances allow. Setting up the tiny house project within easy reach was not feasible this winter. Alas!
![Bergahorn, allein auf weiter Flur [in der Nähe des Kraftortes Heiligkreuz] - A solitary Great (or Sycamore) Maple tree [near Heiligkreuz, a place of strength].](https://ofradix.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/sunnehuegel6.jpg)
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