Sonntag, 5. April 2015

This is the night

This is the night,
when once you led our forebears, Israel's children,
from slavery in Egypt
and made them pass dry-shod through the Red Sea.

This is the night
that with a pillar of fire
banished the darkness of sin.

This is the night
that even now throughout the world,
sets Christian believers apart from worldly vices
and from the gloom of sin,
leading them to grace
and joining them to his holy ones.

This is the night
when Christ broke the prison-bars of death
and rose victorious from the underworld.

This is the night
of which it is written:
The night shall be as bright as day,
dazzling is the night for me, and full of gladness.
(From the Exsultet)

This is the night, when we bewail the dead no more.
This is the night, when we leave the dark behind us and welcome the bright.
That is the night, when we stand up to life – much like the Bleeding Woman:

Now he came really into her town! The man from whom she already heard so much, who already touched, moved, healed so many! Maybe he could heal her, too, or at least ease her fate a bit.
As she realised that he was in town she had to approach to him! She pressed herself through the narrow crush of people that then stood, him then again followed. Then she saw the fluttering of his garment from behind. Again and again she was forced back by the crowd, fought back forward, and reached out her hand to touch his garment. She didn’t dare to respond to him, too insignificant seemed her her own concern proportional to others. But from him such a silence, such a magic, such a force reached out from him that she simply had to try to be near to him, and if she only could touch a tail of his garment.
Again she fought back to the front, then finally she could snatch a tail of his garment. Abruptly he stopped, almost she had cannoned into him. While she raised her hands to balance her position and to avoid to fall back and to loose his garment out of her fingers, she felt it: It has gone! All her aches, her bothers, her shame – at a stroke like blown off. Then he turned around, he felt that something emanated from him and changed over to her. How sensitive he must have been to perceive even a touch of his garment!
While he asked who had touched him he turned around and looked at her – he knew that it have must been her. She barely heard what he spoke, so fascinated was she by his glimpse. Never has she been viewed like that. He saw not only her surface like so many others – her haggard face, her over the years grey turned hair, her by disease ravaged body – no, he saw deeper. He saw what laid under her surface, saw her vulnerability, her suffering, her shame not to have dared to take part in social events. And he not condemned her for that, but he looked affectionately at her, and that affectionate view healed her from inside.
As he looked to her like that and she revealed herself her forced her with that to confess officially what has happened. Almighty, how felt she embarrassed about it! Yearslong she avoided social events, with the years she casted off all colours and backed down from family ties – and now he forced her with that to tell what happened, how she suffered in recent years and from which burden she now got rid of. Although that was so unspeakable embarrassing for her, it was a good piece conducive to her healing that she had to talk about it.
“Thy faith hath made thee whole. Go in peace.”
Yes, now she could really go in peace. She has recovered at body and soul, has hatched like a butterfly from his cocoon. She could move on from the past and now look forward to a life full of colours and light.
(Free told after Luke 8)

Let us go together with the Healed Woman out into that new life with colours and light.

Happy Easter!

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