Sonntag, 13. September 2015

Treasure Islands of the Bookshelf (3): About the cowards, the brave ones and the greatest gift of all #BloggerFuerFluechtlinge

Even today the story is about a failed one and how he copes with his failure – or at least how the author sees that story.
In The Fifth Mountain, Paulo Coelho (born 1947 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) tells his version of the story of the Old Testament prophet Elijah: Elijah saw death and persecution, saw that he survived – as the only one.
He had to quarrel with the question how to deal with his divine visions, who God is, if he is good or bad or what role he plays in the life of men.
And at the end of the day he had even to ask himself if he should again risk his life and follow the divine mission, or if he preferred to lead a life in security – bur for sure with the feeling of having failed. A long time ago he fled of persecution, he saw cruelties and had been glad to having saved his life. He fled into another town and got there along, but couldn’t let go the thoughts about what he experienced.

Elijah started up from his dream and raised his eyes to the firmament. That was the story that hadn’t come to his mind any more!
Ages ago the patriarch Jacob pitched his tents, and somebody had come into his tent and had fought with him till the first light of the day. Jacob has gone into combat even though he knew that his opponent was the Lord. At daybreak he was still undefeated. And then God had blessed him.
It has been passed from generation to generation thereby nobody forgets: Sometimes it is required to fight with God. Everybody has sometime in life to deal with a disaster. That could be the devastation of a town, the death of a child, an arbitrary accusation, a disease that made one forever an invalid. In that very moment it challenges God to face him and to answer his questions: “Why do you hold so fast onto a short life full of pain? Which sense has your struggle?”
The man who has no answers for it reconciled himself to it. But the other one who sought a meaning for his life challenged his fate because he found that he got a raw deal by God. That was the moment when another fire came down from heaven – not that one that slays, but that one that breaks down old walls and gives everybody his true options. The cowards never let their heart be enlightened by this fire. They only want everything to become as it was before, so they can live and think as they have been used to it. But the brave ones throw everything what has been old into the fire and give up everything, even if at pains, even God, and proceed.
“The brave ones are always stubborn.”
From heaven the Lord smiled gladly – because that was exactly was He wanted, namely that everybody took the responsibility for his life in his own hands. Eventually that was the greatest gift that he has given His children: The ability to choose and decide on their own.
Only men and women with the holy flame in the heart had the courage to face Him. And only they knew the way that led back to His love, because they finally understood that disaster wasn’t a penalty but a challenge.

The cowards and the brave ones?
The cowards want to back down to the well-known security and not to admit changes, because changes are scaring and because of that they are better avoided.
The brave ones face the changes, see the changing life as a challenge, because they see challenges as occasions for maturing and not as a nemesis.
At this, the greatest gift of all is to be able to choose and decide on your own, not to see oneself obliged to a fate, and to implement the awareness of good and evil resp. the right and the false way every day anew.
Thereby the distinction between coward and brave is not always easy to make, de facto we seem to switch between these two poles. Persistence is not always bad, and proceeding is not always good. But it requires wisdom to distinct one from the other and to make in the right situation the right decision. The right decision of the brave one precedes the struggle with God about what is right and what wrong, and to soak through the causes for the decision. Why do I decide like that?
Thereby the leading question is: Is this decision life-promoting? Or keeps it myself in stiffness, in lifelessness and inhibits my further development?

We decide again and again.

Paulho Coelho decided to tell the story of Elijah just so.

The many refugees they reach us currently decided not to wait till death befalls them or the everyday cruelties eat them up, but to leave their home, their living context, their former security, they social network and to seek greener pastures.

Even this blog was a decision, and it is it with every new article again.
It is the decision to take up what is in the air, to interweave threads, to share something of my own one, to accompany to a certain extent, to encourage thoughts and developments.

Again and again, sometimes like a star in the dead of night, sometimes like a new morning, sometimes like a small light beneath your lights. And hopefully like the holy flame inside the heart that leads back to God’s love, too.

May my articles bring you through the one or other night.

Reinhard May: Ich bring dich durch die Nacht

The shadows become longer
The grey sad cricket catcher wafts around the house
The day has gone.

The anxieties come nearer
They big up, cling to the soul
In your boughs of dreams.

Sometimes is it to the other shore of the night
Like a tunnel without light, a never-ending duct.

I take you through the night, I take you through the rough sea.
I take you through the night, I take you from luff to lee.
I am your pilot, I am your man,
Am your sister, come and lean against,
I am the friend that keeps vigil with you,
I take you through the night.

Many seems to be harder to you,
More threatening and hopeless with the darkness
Come of darker time.

Distant memories
The night whispers with thousand tongues, they are all over
You are alone at home.

With your mute despair and the crackling in the parquet
And as only consolation the warm light of the radio at your bed.

I take you through the night …

Let go, try to sleep
I take you safe to the harbour, nothing can happen to you
Wolf man and evil fairies

Are only roundels of foliage
In front of the window the wind in the twigs of the chestnut tree
An evil dream.

That not dares to come back till the new day begins
Let go, I hold you, I know the way out of the labyrinth.

I take you through the night …

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