we don't chant or hold hands...

We are here because there is no refuge, finally from ourselves. Until we confront ourselves in the eyes and hearts of others, we are running. Until we suffer others to share our secrets, we have no safety from them. Afraid to be known, we can know neither ourselves, nor any other, we will be aloone. Where else but in our common ground, can we find such a mirror? Here, together, we can last appear clearly to ourselves not as the giant of our dreams, nor the dwarf of our fears, but as a person, part of a whole, with our share in its purpose. In this ground, we can take root and grow, not alone anymore as in death, but alive to ourselves and to others.

what to do but

go aste aste
day by day
walk by faith
take the narrow road
walk away from the closed door
walk through the open one
wait at the cross
anticipate the empty grave
believe in the end,
we can say, it was God and his glory.