January 30, 2013 7:33 pm
„Let prayer will not be a torture for you. Why do you put so much effort in it? Let it be something simple, easy, like a family talk…”*

Like with someone who’s close to us… About less and more important things. Warmly. In a feeling of complete safety.

And sometimes – just being close, very ordinarily. Without words.

Even for a short while.


* Gabriela  Bossis, He and me, vol. I, p. 60

When we fear…

January 29, 2013 4:16 pm

I waited patiently for the Lord;
he turned to me and heard my cry (Psalms 40:1)

When we fear, we turn to God.

Certainly we do.

Although sometimes we need some more patience because the solutions of God are different from the ones we plan and they come at a different time.

When everything in human terms looks hopeless and our capacities come to an end but we still trust that He has a solution –  then we can see Him turning to us – because only then do we give Him the chance to act.



January 27, 2013 3:30 pm

„This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” (Ne 8: 10)

„Sunday, Sunday, the time of joy and laughter” – as the Polish group of children, “The Noah’s Arc” sing. :-)

Maybe it’s not so much to be done so that it like that in my home? Maybe it’s enough a warmer voice, more smile, more kindness than usual and some kind attention to the family?

It’s so good when Sunday is a time of celebrating family time!


the private history of the world

January 26, 2013 11:09 am


The longer I think about it, the more I see that the history of our life is only partly shaped by events. It is much more our reaction to those events that is the shaping factor. Practically, there are no limits here to our creativity and imagination. The imagination of love.

Love can create a masterpiece even our of a disaster. It can change a blunder into a joke, it can disarm anger with a cuddle, it can stop us from despair with the hope that we’ll do it.

Everything is in our hands. Even if we sometimes make big ink blots on our lines.



January 25, 2013 2:30 pm

I don’t know really, why I, as a man, find myself so “far” from the flowers that my wife, as a woman, likes so much. The flower shop is so close. I could even order flowers every day, knocking on my wall, with Morse code.

But… every day a flower, when I’m busy with so many things and problems? I ‘ve bought flowers already, it was only a month a go, well, perhaps three months ago, because it was for her birthday. What if I simply added flowers to normal shopping? It could be then regular.

After a lengthy analysis, many decisions and about ten unsuccessful attempts I did it and a bouquet, the expression of disinterested love, came back to the vase. Well, manhood is a difficult material. Not only for a woman. But I, as a man, like challenges.

And all this because “what do need love for if we don’t show it” *


*heard in some film.


Just a little bit

January 24, 2013 7:26 pm

Because of the crowd he told his disciples to have a small boat ready for him, to keep the people from crowding him (Mark 3:9)

It’s quite clear that the New Year has worn off a bit already. There are not fewer duties, but more, I’d say. There are new commitments to accept and new projects to realise, both at work and at home.  And I’m just waiting for someone to appreciate me, or even more- to understand my intentions. Just a bit of vanity.

A little, teeny-weeny bit.

There’s only one “but”. Jesus warns me against it today. He shows that once he’d helped everyone at the lake, He was prepared to leave immediately. He did not stay to listen to appreciation and to succumb to the euphoria of the crowd. That was not what He came for.

Can I do it like that?

I must confess that not, really.


a parcel for a Hermit

January 21, 2013 3:05 pm

So the Captain of the “Harbour” is leaving for his “me-time” alone with the One who holds all of us in the hollow of His hand.

So many of us owe him so much – of his time, being there for us, his readiness to share his experience, guidance and assistance. Always on the way, in journeys, called to all emergencies, pursued on the phone and by kilometers of texts or e-mails. On the train  or car – sleeping off the nights during which he stayed up to receive the last penitent. Because you must always find time for another man.

Isn’t it great that for the nearest two weeks we’ll be able to pay him back with our prayers, to ask Heaven for all the blessing needed in the hermitage?


So let’s support him in his stay at the end of the world. On the other hand – it is enough to stand in front of the Holy Sacrament to be quite close.

The Editors (=what’s left of them for the coming two weeks 😉 )