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Now if only I had almost forgotten this cute little story here to post. She was part of the service, I have visited Carnival Sunday. The theme was "My friend, the clown."


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The praying jugglers

There once was a juggler, who went dancing and jumping from place to place, until he was tired of the unsettled life . Then he surrendered all his possessions and entered the monastery at Clairvaux one. But because he had spent his life up there with jumping, dancing and cartwheels, his life of the monks was a stranger, and he did not speak a prayer or to sing a Psalter.
He walked silently, and when he saw how everyone seemed knowledgeable of prayer, of religious books read and the choir sang the Mass, he stood by shame: Oh, he alone, he could not. "What am I doing here?" he said to himself, "I do not pray and can not take my word. I'm here useless and not worthy of the robe, the one dressed me."
In his grief he escaped one day when the bell rang for the Liturgy, secluded in a chapel. "If I can not even pray with the Convention the monks, "he said to himself," so I will do but what I can. "Rasch brushed it off the monk's robe and stood there in his colorful coat, in which he had roamed as a juggler. And while the high chorus Psalm chants waft, it starts with body and soul to dance back and forth, left and right around. Sometimes he goes on his hands through the chapel, sometimes he flips in the air and jump the wildest dances to praise God . How long and choral prayers of the monks takes, he dances constantly, until it verschlägt of respiratory failure and the members of their service.
A monk but he was followed by a window and had his dance jumps watched and secretly brought the abbot. The next day this was the brother to Himself. The poor man was terrified and believed deeply that he should be punished for the missed prayer. So he fell down before the abbot and said, "I know, that is not here I stay I will move out of free will and bear with patience the restlessness of the road again.." But bowed to the abbot of him, kissed him and asked him to stand up for him and all the monks to God: "In your dance you have honored God with heart and soul of us, however, may he forgive all the trite words that come from the lips. without sending them our heart. "


(According to a French Legend.
From: Hubertus Halbfaß: The jump in the well. A School of Prayer)


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Not the end

I usually prefer to listen in English or Dutch Christian music because my German just does not like it or respond, but the band Ararat, to which I am eventually become aware of their album "Gold", it is different. Similarly, I do not mind that it is a singer, which drives the songs, which I usually taste not so appealing. But as already mentioned, here it is different. The lyrics are good, catchy music, because I like to listen to and let me suggest. :-) So too in the last few days, where the band has once again found their way onto my MP3 player. ;-)

* * * * * * * * * * * * Not the end There are times when you need fall'n to the feet to come 'n, offend to up to spür'n itself. cries, to you at last to stand crying again, be blocked to führ'n your mind to new ways. And you have to lose your balance, so you come back in swing, which is faltering. And sometimes you have to be lonely, find a loyal friend, understands you without words. be leaving you to know again what you want. cry And that you finally laugh. The chorus is still not the end, it starts at grade given. What feels like the rest, constantly pushes you forward. And questions are always, but one stands that a rocky road is approaching its goal. And often you will suddenly shifted the way, thus opening another is that you have overlooked. Sometimes you have to stand crying deep down in you, the noise to drown out that makes you sussed. find something for you to begin your search. be a laugh, that you love your opinion. chorus This is not the end. This is not the end. questions are always there, but one stands that a rocky road is approaching its goal. be leaving you to know again what you want. cry And that you finally laugh. chorus This is not the end. This is not the end. This is not the end. (Song by Ararat) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ >> a sound sample of this and other songs from Ararat be found on the website of the band . \u0026lt;\u0026lt; * * * * * * * * * * * *

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you dare to the banks

always like to sing in the youth worship of the Catholic community, which I visit regularly. Two days ago it was the subject of "vocation" - "Listen" ...

* * * * * * * * * * * * you dare to the banks You are the fire that burns not the thorn bush. You are the voice which calls us by name. You are the one who divided the sea and surrounding protecting us. Our hope wins in league with you. Chorus: Dare you to the banks, think of against the current, break out of your cars, forgive without anger. Go to God's footsteps, is start again. Dare you to the banks, think of against the current. You are the water that springs from the the hard stone. You are in bread and wine, the power that penetrates us. You are the one who breaks the chains of raised us from death. our faith with the covenant with you. Refr. You're the cloud, which leads us through deserts. You are the eternal, the touches us in a dream. You are the one that teaches love, the spirit that guides us. Our life is one in a bunch with you. Refr. (Text & Music: Greg Linßen) * * * * * * * * * * * *