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It happened in the summer 1988, during a time, in which
I thaught about my live seriously and recognized, that
the world - and thus also consequently my life - was upside
down. I had begun to change much - and had noticed, that
many of my old friends left me. This had given me problems
very much - I got very uncertain occasionally, felt alone
and stood in my own way. One cloudy, overcast and rainy day, such a sad mood attacked me out of the blue, that I was nearly shedding tears. I was sitting in a streetcar in Munich. The people climbed in and out - all in inexplicable haste and rush. Many had gray faces, looked with indifferent and empty gazes... and there I sat - like a picture of misery, hanging in thoughts my life - and even thought about, whether it was right to think so much about it - and if the changes, that I was performing at the time - would be the right way for me. I felt such a longing in my heart for an inner touch that I started to cry. There I sat and cried - and started to pray: "Please give me a sign - something - with makes me know, that I am on the right way! I do not know what to do! You know me, and I need you close, I cannot make it without a sign"! After a while, I had calmed down a bit. I still had a weep-veiled gaze. But blurredly I saw something lying on the ground. It looked like a birthday greeting card. "Of course, it was not concerned to me!" one says so - and also it was laying on the dirty ground. But I thought with myself: "Could it be, that you sent me a message? Well, I will lift it and read! Doesn't matter to me, what the people may think." I thought of a few nice greetings, that were directed to another person and now on that occasion - should be applicable to me. This thought alone caused a lucky - a premonition, that it was something for me! So, I walked to the paper, that layed on the rain-wet and soiled ground and lifted it. But that piece of paper was clean. And... it was no greeting card. There was the picture of a mailcarrier on it, who put a letter into a mailbox. As I looked at the picture, I felt quite warm. I had the feeling that somebody actually meant me. I felt such a sudden closeness - as if I a loved person would directly sit beside me. I began to read. While reading it, again tears came to my eyes, I started sobbing loudly - I looked from the window and saw the sun breaking through the clouds... I heard myself stammer, filled from inexpressible joy: "thanks - o my God! Thanks"!... |
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At the rich man's 5 brothers |
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"Might the earth be light for you"! one of you called into my grave. O my brothers! The earth, yes the earth - that's simply the point! I am arrested to it up to the last fibers of my nature. It turned to be my fate. It's not light for me, like you have wished. It's not heavy, as one fears. There is no earth at all. It is gone - I have left it behind! Well, but I'm there. I - the human being who is arrested to Earth - am there and don't have no earth no more. My whole heart hangs at it; but it is gone for good! Can you understand my pain? The earth with its luck, it was my universe, it was my everything, and with it - for me everything is gone! O would I have passed I it, I miserably deceived! "If there is a kingdom come, I won't get the worst place there!" you, my eldest brother said more often, if you got ideas about eternity. You didn't believe in the eternity as well as you did not believe in the reality. But occasionally you spoke of it. Well - I have to tell you today, that your sense is arrested to the earth just like mine. You place earthly standards against the heavenly world. Apparently you think, that it would be the same in heaven as it is on Earth. You think, that there were good and very good, bad and quite bad places. You're very much mistaken there! In eternity, there are not any places at all. There, everything goes according to the convictions of the mind. What is of the same spirit, is together, and what is of the same sense, is close together. I am with the earthly ones, that should be clear for you. And also it will get clear for you, that the hell has broken loose with us, when you think it over a little. Just look, everyone of us burns for earthly luck and welfare, and no'ne of us finds even a little drip from it, because the earth for us has gone! O this pain, that everyone suffers and spreads! We turn our existence to hell for each other. Inside me and around myself nothing but burning desire after earthly property and pleasure! One could howl and rage! No, it is a howling and an raging! "Not the worst place?" My brother, such a place is not needed! An wordly attitude will do. This will make eternity to hell.
"But God means Love!" so you, my young brother, always argued although you didn't believe in Him seriously. "If He exists", you said, "He can do nothing but love. Why should He then be so heartless and push down countless amounts of people into hell!" Now, my brother, you are not quite wrong with that. God actually does not chase out the people from heaven. But our undoing is rather, that people like we are, do not go there at all. Don't you understand me? Look, the heavens are open, so open, that I can see exactly from quite a big distance, whoever is in there. That beggar, for example, who had settled at home, and with whom our two yard dogs Hektor and Bella shared their feed so magnanimously. We used to call him the "poor Gotthilf" because he always consoled himself with God's help, from which not even a spark was seen. He is completely in his element now, wishlessly happy, blessed and safely like a child in its mother's lap. Well - the heaven stands open; but you know that this heaven is not to our taste. We are worldly people and we don't feel drawn there at all; our heart is vastly distant from this heaven. God's proximity, that apparently is the highest pleasure for those who are there, is quite uncanny for us. We long for another luck, a luck far from God, just like we had down on earth. Initially, I complained that I do badly unearned. I asked that one might give me a small little heavenly luck. But I was taught, that I have had my heaven already on Earth and that my sense apparently stands for a different heaven. And in fact: a heaven for one like me is not God's heaven. This heaven is right for the blessed ones, but not for the worldly humans. The gloriously minded people, who have dealt their whole life with divine things, may come to their result there. But for one like me it cannot be endured there.
"Leave me alone with it!" you, my joungest brother have shouted out, when I wanted to talk with you about devout matters. You wanted to live undisputedly in your earthly luck. I wanted this as well. Whatever was concerning the eternity, I didn't let it come close to me at all; I left the heavenly things on itself. I had my world, and I loved it more and more. We also strengthened one another in our own opinions and got stuck in our earthly attitude more and more. Do you know what the result of this screening is? I can tell you: there are worlds, separating us from those on the other side. What lets them rejoice brightly, does not even touch us. We simply lack the sense for their world. Initially, that was not so clear for me; In this entirely different fate I've seen nothing but a big injustice. But soon I had to notice that I cannot leap upwards into the world of the blissful. My soul simply lacks the wings to do so. Vice-versa I have realized, that also they are not capable to descend into the world of the unfortunate in order carry some of their luck to us to relieve our pain. The gap between the blissful and the unfortunate is insurmountable; there is none across or over. Sooner the wales would start to fly and make their eyries in the rocks of the mountains, than a worldly attached human being becomes native with those, who dwell blissfully in God. Sooner the eagles will start to dive and live in the depths of the ocean, than a blissful human being visits the world of the unfortunate. My , our fond wish is more than fills: we are quite thorough calm in silence. Only, we don't have any peace; we have nothing but ourselves and unsern unquenchable thirst. Mein Lieber, unser törichter Wunsch ist mehr als erfüllt: wir sind ganz gründlich in Ruhe gelassen. Nur haben wir keine Ruhe; wir haben nichts als uns selbst und unsern unstillbaren Durst.
"Everyone is his own luck's smith!" How often have we claimed this, dear brothers! Particularly if somebody envied us or even asked about help. The man "Do it yourself!" our slogan was called, and our advice was: " If you help yourself, then God will help you!" Well, we have forged our luck, even forged it quite well. It held as far as to the edge of the grave, at least with me. But it was a short luck, short like my earthly life. The "poor Gotthilf" didn't forge his luck hisself. He has let it be forged from God. Long and painfully, he had to wait for it; but this does not dispute him anymore. Because he has a permanent luck, eternally like God himself, who forged it, eternally like my pain, in which I landed myself. Certainly, he has had the hell on earth. But what a short hell, measured to the hell of the eternity, in which I am now! The same earth, that was my heaven, was his hell. I lack it; he has left it behind. What makes agony for me, that is his solace: the absence of the earth, which was a stranger for him, but my home for me.
The high standard of living, that we had represented, my dear brothers, has always been our pride. We were envied for that so much. But it was really reamarkable, what we could effort. Well - but this high standard of living has cost me my whole eternity. Therefore, I curse it, even if I reclaim it so very much. Don't you want take this to your heart, my dear brothers, and tell it everybody, who hunts for a higher standard of living? Because I can see millions marching behind you, yes running behind you on the same way. They would like to have, what fell into your lap: a better life on Earth, a little earthly paradise. But it is quite the same with them, as with my unfortunate self: they get blind for the better life, which is intended to them by God. And they forfeit the eternal divine paradise, which is even accessible to the poorest human, if he remains open for it. A word at the end: My very much endangered brothers! I have put in the application, that the "poor Gotthilf" might look after you and might persuade you to turn back. But my application was rejected with the reason that is completely unnecessary. He also could not tell you anything else than you already knew long ago, because it is sayed in the Bible. If you wouldn't take this serious, you would neither take him serious, even when he would stand up from the death and preach to you. If you wants to know more details from me, just open your Bible. In the 16th Chapter of the Lukas gospel is the talk about me. One, who knows exactly all about it, gives information, where the higher standard of living leads its people. I dread the reunion with you! Your lost brother Call No. 24 to the people |
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