London with Jesus...

What does it mean to be happy? What does it mean to live life to the fullest? Why worth get up in the morning?  A couple of days ago, I ran into internet scammers. When I realized that I had only a handful of coins, I asked myself: What does it mean to be poor? Fortunately, life has taught me that "life does not depend on abundance of possessions" /Lk 12:15/ I automatically started creating an emergency scenario. How should we survive? ...  There is no proper emergency scenario without trust in God. This is not a kind of resignation, recklessness.  Humanly, officially, I did what I had to do, but I can't change the facts. I have to entrust myself to God's mercy and, of course, learn from the incident. I've been getting up and laying with this for days, yet there's something inexplicable "calm" in myself... Not the first time that I need to start over. Now I understand why is the "give us our daily bread" so important. Never before had he le...

"I can see people; they look like trees to me, but they are walking about..." /Mk 8:22-26/ What a familiar feeling. What a familiar state. I had many questions about today's gospel... Why did Jesus lead the blind man out of the village, from everyday life, from his usual environment?  "...He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village..." /Mk 8:23/  He's given to him personal, quality time. From then on, he wasn't just one person in the crowd, he was MAN again.  Why did he allow it, why did he want this "intermediate state"?  "Can you see anything?" /Mk 8:23/ He could have cured it right away, so that he could see sharply. Did the blind man need this experience? For these questions, of course, there is the scriptural science's own explanation...  What do these questions mean in your own life? Open-ended questions, you just have to learn to listen...

On the weekend, my brother and I went on a trip. At the end of the road it was necessary to cross a stream, but the bridge was closed. The only option is to go through stones step-by-step. I'm afraid of the water, I'm terrified and I can't swim. My brother was halfway there, and I was just there gathering courage... He turned back for me... That's how we got through, balleting  stone by stone. It is a great gift from the Good God that in life we receive companions who will guide us through adversity. We can't be thankful enough for it...

 7 a.m., -3°C. .. The sun is coming up just now. It's all a beautiful sight... As I go through the park, I think about how far the wise men of the East had to travel to get to Jesus... And how far do we have to go?  This path is sometimes quite narrow, you can hardly take it out... then widens. Sometimes it turns into dusty, gravelly, and then asphalt. The weather can be gloomy, rainy... we can feel the first rays of the summer morning... , but we go on... We carry the gold of our hearts... our multiplied talents... It's all we have (the poor widow's two pennies).  We carry the incense of gratitude and the myrrh of our physical and spiritual sufferings... What else could we take? Everything we have (money, prosperity, repute) is just "appearances". We got it for use. What we have that we not have received by grace, as a gift?...

  Adventure... The day after Christmas, boxing-day. I walk on the streets, watch the crowds. I am reminded of the Advents of my childhood: the silence and warmth of the grandparents' house.  It's quite different here! "My soul is hurt by the big city. It's rough noise. It would be nice to celebrate at home. It would be nice as it used to be to pray. It would be nice to calm down. It would be nice to forget everything. It would be nice to play again as a child... /Endre Ady: Karácsonyi Rege by Google/ In the hustle and bustle of downtown, I'm tired as the rain begins to trickle down. I'm reminded of that gloomy Sunday morning when I've saw London first. It's been 5 years. I worked a lot, made friends, "lived, enjoyed life." I invited my Hungarian friends to see where I live (rejoice with me).  Despite all this, I began to feel that something was missing from my life. Something that is stated or unspoken; sometimes hidden, sometimes very intense...