Autor: Jurek (---.perm.iinet.net.au)
Data: 2006-01-22 06:46
Droga Marto, Agnieszko
Piszesz: "w co wierzę? Wierzę że jest Bóg, wierzę ze jest osobą (bo jakże by inaczej?) wierzę w to że spełnieniem życia jest Miłość, wierzę w swojego Anioła Stróża. i na tym koniec. począwszy od dowodów na istnienie Boga Tomasza do świadectwa życia Jana Pawła II - ja tego nie czuję w sobie nawet troszkę."
Przed chwila przeczytalem piekne swiadectwo. 'Maryja spowodowala nawrocenie Zyda', (jesli potrzebujesz to Ci przetlumacze, bo mysle, ze warto przeczytac.)
'Wczesnym rankiem szedlem w lesie z plazy, kiedy Bog zainterweniowal.... znalazlem sie w obecnosci Boga, jakgdybym wpadl do nieba. 'Chcialem znac Jego imie , aby Go czcic...pojsc za Nim. Pamietam, modlilem sie powiedz mi Swoje imie. Jest mi obojetnie, czy jestes Apollo,... Krishna,... Buddha, jesli tylko nie jestes Chrystusem.'
Moze to nie przypadek, ze bodajze wczoraj bylo Sw. Agnieszki a dzisiaj w Ewangelii Mk 1:14 Gdy Jan został uwięziony, Jezus przyszedł do Galilei i głosił Ewangelię Bożą. Mówił: 15"Czas się wypełnił i bliskie jest królestwo Boże. Nawracajcie się i wierzcie w Ewangelię!" 16Przechodząc obok Jeziora Galilejskiego, ujrzał Szymona i brata Szymonowego, Andrzeja, jak zarzucali sieć w jezioro; byli bowiem rybakami. 17Jezus rzekł do nich: "Pójdźcie za Mną, a sprawię, że się staniecie rybakami ludzi". 18I natychmiast zostawili sieci i poszli za Nim. 19Idąc dalej, ujrzał Jakuba, syna Zebedeusza, i brata jego Jana, którzy też byli w łodzi i naprawiali sieci. 20Zaraz ich powołał, a oni zostawili ojca swego, Zebedeusza, razem z najemnikami w łodzi i poszli za Nim."
Wierze, ze co mowil P. Jezus. "Ja jestem drogą i prawdą, i życiem*. Nikt nie przychodzi do Ojca inaczej jak tylko przeze Mnie." J 14:6. Wczoraj tu napisalem, ale sie nie znalazlo.
Podczas wczorajszej i dzisiejszej Mszy Sw. dotknely mnie slowa wierszy 19 i 20. Po Mszy Sw. przyjaciel, ktory zostal wyleczony przez chemoterapie z rak jelita, powiedzial mi, ze ma raka watroby.
"It was when I was in the spectacular natural beauty of the Alps that I became aware of the existence of God for the first time since college. I remember the scene -- I was high up on the mountain, still well above tree line, shortly after sunset, with the sky glowing a soft red and the snow and granite glowing blue in the twilight. My heart opened with gratitude, and I knew that such beauty had been created by God. It is worth noting that the area of Austria which I was in was still deeply and piously Catholic, with beautiful crucifixes everywhere, both inside the houses, hotels and restaurants and also along the roads and even trails. Even in the ski town the Church was packed for Sunday Mass. (In fact, in the bed-and-breakfast where I was staying a carved wooden crucifix, with corpus, hung over my bed. Every evening when I returned to the room I would remove it and place it in a drawer -- I had no desire to sleep under a cross ! -- and the following day I would find it had been rehung over the bed,without comment, by the devout, elderly woman in whose home I was staying)....
After a few years of living for skiing, that too began to pale, and I became more and more despondent. The only relief I could find was spending time alone in nature, trying to recapture a hint of the consolation which I had felt in the Alps. During the spring of 1987 I took a few days off from work and went to Cape Cod to spend time in the nature there. I was walking in the early morning, in the woods just back from the beach, when God intervened, dramatically and distinctly, into my life to pull me back and put me onto the right path. As I was walking, lost in my thoughts, I found myself in the immediate presence of God. It is as though I "fell into Heaven." Everything changed from one moment to the next, but in such a smooth and subtle way that I was not aware of any discontinuity. I felt myself in the immediate presence of God. I was aware of His infinite exaltedness, and of His infinite and personal love for me. ...I wanted to know His name, so that I could worship Him properly, so that I could follow "His" religion. I remember silently praying "Tell me your name. I don't mind if You're Apollo, and I have to become a Roman pagan. I don't mind if You're Krishna, and I have to become a Hindu. I don't mind if You're Buddha, and I have to become a Buddhist. As long as You're not Christ, and I have to become a Christian!" (Jewish readers might be able to identify with this deep-rooted aversion to Christianity, based on the mistaken belief that it was the "enemy" which lay behind two thousand years of persecution of the Jews.)
Not surprisingly, He did not tell me His name. Obviously, I wasn't ready to hear it -- my resistance at the time was still too great. But I knew, from that moment on, the meaning and purpose and goal of my life; and that sense has not faded or wavered, although the immediate state of perception did...
Yet every night before going to sleep, I would say a short prayer to know the name of my Lord and Master and God whom I had met on the beach. A year to the day after the initial experience, I went to sleep after saying that prayer, and felt as though I was woken by a gentle hand on my shoulder, and escorted to a room where I was left alone with the most beautiful young woman I could imagine. I knew without being told that she was the Blessed Virgin Mary. I felt entirely awake (and my memory is as though I had been awake), although I was dreaming. I remember my first reaction, standing there awed by her presence and grandeur, was wishing I knew at least the Hail Mary so that I could honor her! She offered to answer any questions I had. I remember thinking about what to ask, asking the questions, and her answers. After speaking to me a while longer, the audience was ended. When I woke the next morning I was hopelessly in love with the Blessed Virgin Mary, and I knew that the God I had met on the beach was Christ, and, and that all I wanted was to be as much of, and as good a, Christian as possible. I still did not know anything about Christianity, nor the difference between the Catholic Church and any of the hundreds of Protestant denominations. It took me another two years or so to find my way to the Catholic Church, guided by my love and reverence for the Blessed Virgin Mary...
I will just touch briefly on some of the milestones which led me to the Catholic Church. After the dream of Mary, I started going to a local Protestant Church, but left when I asked the pastor about Mary and he made a disparaging remark. I started hanging around Marian shrines, particularly a shrine of Our Lady of La Salette which was in Ipswich, Mass., about 40 minutes from my house. On a winter ski trip to the Alps, I decided to visit the real La Salette apparition site (in the French Alps), and ended up spending the rest of the "ski" trip there, in deep prayer (more details on that stay can be found here). Someone I met there recommended that I make a visit to a Carthusian monastery, and I ended up doing so, spending a week there, on a kind of solitary "come and see" although I was still Jewish! There I became aware, for the first time, how the Catholic Church was itself an outgrowth of Judaism. It was unavoidably obvious, given how the monks spent many hours a day chanting the Old Testament psalms, with their continual references to Israel, Zion, Jerusalem, the Jewish Patriarchs, and the Jewish people, visibly identifying with the "Israel" of the psalms (that is, the Jews). A small illustration: One day when I was working alone in the fields, an elderly monk came out to speak with me. He approached and shyly asked, "Tell us, if you don't mind -- We couldn't help noticing that you do not receive communion, so you must not be Catholic. What then are you?" When I replied "Jewish", he grinned and with a deep sigh said "That's a relief! We were afraid you were Protestant!". At the time I had no understanding at all of the difference between Protestants and Catholics -- they were just meaningless words to me describing Christians -- yet I was deeply struck by the fact that in some mysterious way this monk identified with Jews as opposed to Protestants. I later realized that in his eyes Jews were "elder brothers in the Faith" who had not yet received the grace to recognize the Messiahship of Jesus, whereas Protestants had once had, but then rejected, the fullness of the truth. "
wiecej: http://www.salvationisfromthejews.com/christversion.html
Jurek
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