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at seven clock a nativity play was announced. Ca. 30 volunteers had It is already up and rehearsed in the various houses. On Christmas Eve, it was held for the sisters and other volunteers in the main house of the MC's. In the inner Hoff a stage was improvised in the background with a grotto of Our Lady - next to a crib. All sat stretched around it. We arrived quite late and were able to take the very front on the floor space. Next to us a couple of guys from the home for older children. They were especially attracted to beautiful and anxiously waited for the show.

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The sisters cavorting on balconies that surround the courtyard of the house and just let himself be persuaded to sit down yet, where you see best. The piece was terrific. It was about five volunteers who had come to Calcutta and the life of Mother Teresa and the work here has been changed completely. All were directed in her story directly to the infant Jesus in the manger held, virtually dialogue, while they let the experience happen revue ...

Beipsiel For a young Japanese man who came to make a social experience. He wanted to get to know Mother Teresa personally. But many days it did not happen. Finally, he had the Luckily they meet for three days in a row. On the third day she took his hands, looked into the eyes, smiled and said: "And when will you fulfill your calling and priests are" surprised

plenty of young Japanese said, "But mother - how can that be ? I'm not even Catholic! " She only smiled and said nothing more. Her words touched the young man very much, for he is a desire spuerrte in which he could not explain. He was, however, clear that what she had said could not be. He was not even baptized. The young man went home to his mother. After some time he told her of his encounter and his inner longing. He was sure his mother would not be thrilled. And against the wishes of his mother he would have never traded. Only his mother was shocked. Then she looked at him and said, "Son - when Mother Theresa said that, I can not deny it go your way." Jubell came from his heart. He was baptized, companies, and studied theology. When he was ordained, he spuerrte in his heart an inexpressible joy, and he knew that he had gone the right way. Now he has for many years priests

The other stories were very much to heart -. All very different and unexpected. Especially because one is unable to trace the movement of the heart good. The volunteers played a Imbrunst, which leave no cold could. A few volunteers played music and sang. The sisters were thrilled. Not infrequently, their collective laughter rippled through the courtyard.

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Then it went to the Christmas service. Each fair, I have experienced to date with the Sisters was intimate, beautiful and holy. The Christmas fair was again particularly splendid, with much incense, beautiful Christmas songs - silence Night, Holy Night in all different languages, the chorus of sisters like an angel choir. Everything else plays a role at Christmas this year was spent at home. Antonia and I were just there - completely open and with empty hands. Once to focus only on what actually makes up Christmas: that Jesus came as a small, naked, helpless, poor child in our world and to redeem - this is somehow new again, and deeply sunken.

After Mass, the Sisters Chai and cake were prepared for us. With eager, happy faces they had sparkled around us and saw that no one empty-handed. It was a cheerful and happy mood geloesste, as I have rarely experienced. Very satisfied and happy with a light in our hearts we are asleep then went to break up at half past five the next morning a new day ...

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... before the Mother Theresa Home Shishu Bahwan . When I arrived there at half past eight, already about 80 men came. Old, young, small and large - most with deep Lebenfallten face. Thin, but most of the hefty Maenner.Wir immediately from the big, blond Spaniards, who heads the project, fixed the Men to encourage them to stand in a row on the road. If this fails, the police, because a huge traffic jam occurs and verbeitet the action. So we try to Indians with hands and feet to make clear what needs to happen. That is, not so easy. Most waving excitedly around their tickets in front of me, grinning and nodding eagerly looking questioningly - wanting to know if they actually get around, but can then move their rickshaws lined up (see photo) to establish. Even now I see some faces from yesterday. The single-Rickshaw men I also obvious. The eyes shine on - they wave to me, Touching their foreheads bow to. I see the Muslim, grins at me and waved his ticket.

was there before the door of chaos. Many have to be sent back because they have their Fahrgeraerte present - the number must be controlled. Many turn have a ticket and be sent away empty. This is terrible, not to alter it. It will decline and that the chaos seems perfect. The organizer of the project, but finally manages to establish itself in all the rank and file - that is only associated with much shouting and gesturing - but in the end works amazing. You can do that for seven years and has a friendly, but very specific handling of the people. Five hundred men stand in line for a Christmas gift. Finally, it would in small Squads of about 25 left clean. Everyone gets a small bag with a blanket, a shawl to eat something. There seems to be little, but you can see from the faces that it is a lot. Then the groups of men sat just one of the sisters. It is a very old, very little sister, who is already since the early days when the MC's. She was the sister of the 17TE is joined to the Order. This gathers the attention of men without any problems and gives them something in very short sentences of the good stock with Both on the road. Many have hands folded reverently, nod some excited ... it seems to matter, but most listeners with very large ears. They is not often that someone responds, with respect, and gives them something - for nothing. Life is a struggle. To every rupee they have to haggle. They were remarks that they do not know what happened here. There is something very special.

end Finally, the old sister and the men are released back onto the road. When you go out everyone gets a picture of Mother Theresa and a Wundertaetige coin pressed into his hand. I distribute the medals. And I am amazed by the profound reactions. The medal is frequently kissed, held on the forehead and heart. I see Traennen. Again, I meet a lot, which I did yesterday pressured the ticket in hand ... the gratitude in her eyes touched me deeply, but not rare flash of Schalk, who is also pleased to see me glaring.

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It takes about three hours for the 500 men are durchgeschleusst. And I certainly will never forget!

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.. . men are solid little car. Quite high and rather wobbly. The men are usually the very poor here in Calcutta. Most have nothing to sleep at night under their driving appliances ... many have family in the slums, or schciken about what they have to the families who live in the country. Actually, they do not deserve that bad with their work must, but most of the Rickshaw Owners submit that control the business. Emaciated, all muscle and tendon existing men. Most do not even have sandals, but are barefoot. On the increasingly dirty, uneven streets of the city. Often you do not believe that the arid little man at all have the strength to pull their load. And even more I heard that they make it not overturn the vehicle, including passenger.

Today we were traveling in small groups to give this little man-rickshaws vouchers which they can then tomorrow morning at 9 clock at the MC sisters in exchange for a Christmas gift. I was with two Japanese women move that hardly spoke English, but were lovely. As soon as we arrived at our site at New Market and had the first rickshaw man pressured his ticket in hand, the news spread like wild fire ... we were gefuehert brother to cousin ... all with great gratitude eyes. I had a list. Each rickshaw has a registration number that I have mentioned in the list ... so that everyone can come only once for a gift. Some are already familiar from past years, some not. There are about 4000 runners-rickshaw in Calcutta and I have heard that it is the only city in the world where they still exist. The sisters have given only 500 gifts. Those who know it try several times to get it. They can do it all, but the attempt what is there to distribute it fairly good. They have urged us to, we gefuehert to the next, the bows and thanks ... one thought he was a Muslim if he could, too. Sure. Since no differences are made. Morning at 9 clock they come all to Mother Theresa's home ... and I will go there, to hand out with and am curious if I recognize a few faces again.

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Calcutta stinks

... this is the first impression of a entgegenschlaegt in this city. And this noise. In the evening to push earplugs in your ears is an equal salvation. It's just very loud and it stinks. You can hear the constant honking of cars, rickshaws and the squeaking of the ring of bicycles. The nose takes exhaust gases, urine, sweat, and various spices and mixed Kochgerueche true ... all at once and all. No wonder - along with the many small stalls, cooked on an open fire where food is the public toilet - namely the water trough on the roadside. If one then in the evening watching the little guys that the dishes in that same water scrub - then you know why you are warned in the Lonely Planet about to eat at the Strassenstaenden.
But the people. Nice people. Especially the women. And the children are easy to pack up, collect and carry. We see so many people that they can hardly understand it ... it is always and everywhere very full. And you winds through the masses to rise over sleeping beggars, dodging the many dogs on the way to make every possible and impossible place for a nap. The best way to go to the open road, even if there are risks to be run over runs. In the road there seems to be no rules - except to horn loudly and sharply to brake. But you learn fast ...

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times today: death. The death is in fact an interesting thing and it is also worth pondering about him sometimes while you are alive. You'd think that would not be necessary because he always a each of us sooner or later catch up and overtake, but I do think that one is already at an early stage should engage with him. To avoid being dominated in the here and now by the fear of him. Also only an hour's worth, to darken the thought of him, can not be. But everyone knows about the death, and many fear him. And many try to escape this fear by ignoring him. I know the fear that you ignored. It hangs around in the extreme part of our viewing angle, and grows and grows and becomes a threatening, ever darkening shadow. If you look brave but then again directly towards the mosquito is still so small and insignificant, like the first time, had glimpsed a man. She's as harmless as before you started to ignore it. So it is with the fear of death. He needs to look at, look at once exactly what it has with him so that he can not throw eerie shadows on the wall of our lives.

I believe in the resurrection. That is, I think we get to heaven and enter into the glory of God. A cousin of mine is the following:. Rumhüpfen you see a large meadow on the loud colorful souls. In pure joy. Someone else has suggested once that we are in paradise, all 33 years old. As old as Jesus was when he died and therefore in the prime of our lives. I have no concrete idea of what it will be, but I think we'll just be in the presence of God and thus illuminated by joy that we present here not on the earth. The opposite, hell must be the distance from God, therefore. Knowing that you have voluntarily opted against this presence. For more gnashing of teeth. It is hard to imagine that you can decide as to knowingly and deliberately. A little one can imagine but it might. If you love someone, then one might be at any price at this man. And yet it can not always. And there are times when a decision one against it and suffers hell jellyfish inside. It is far from what you love and may have no way to achieve it ever again. Aware of what you have taken yourself.

is still given to every one of us, this decision freely in the hand. I do not think any man who has no idea of the existence of God, can therefore end up in hell. Since then the whole will prove God's grace. But someone has recognized the God and yet decided against him. I think that then the hell is quite a reality. Forever.

But that's already a step too far thought. Death is something all earthly things. In fact, paradoxically, something quite lively. The death perhaps there is not, think about what I will, but dying. For death itself is only a fraction of a second. Perhaps a moment that we have given a name, but which it does not exist, as we move directly and without interruption from one reality to another. The death describes only the end here on earth. It says nothing about it. And nothing about it.

I accompanied in my life one person at death and even that is not quite right, because when he made his last breath in this world, I slept - holding his hand. And yet I was there, as he struggled with death, clinging to the life that he would not leave. Perhaps he has become in the last moments aware that it is quite absurd to cling to it. Because what is so wonderful and all encompassing, as only imagine. Maybe it was the grace shown here when he was still with us today to be able to take a brief look over and maybe he has therefore been in the last seconds of no more fear. I hope so.

Why do we have such a fear of death? Is it the pain that can accompany the dying? Is it the last bit of uncertainty whether there really an "after" exists? Is it the dark, oppressive fear that if the eyes for the last time, includes everything that comes the wet, dark soil, and one eats a worm? If you're as right think about it, it loses much of its horror. I think it's probably more that what we have to leave here on earth. The people we love. For all the faith of the world and all confidence that it will be wonderful, can we not take the pain of loss. If I spent time with someone and he takes his leave to go home, then I experience a similar feeling. I miss these people, even though I know that he, where he went there, very well. Perhaps because the subconscious always floats that little bit afraid that something could happen if we do not look? Just as the little bit of fear exists, there could be nothing more after death than black, cold emptiness? Maybe.

fact is that we have received through Jesus the Hope. The hope and the belief in it - what we call heaven. Because he died for us and because he actually - has increased over the worst of all states down - completely voluntary. In the distance from God. So that our sins are forgiven and we can enter the kingdom of God. Through him and with him. Because he did not remain in the deep. No. He is risen and so has all his glory - reveals his humanity and his divinity. The gift, which he has made us so, so big that you accept the same can only be very small and humble. That also makes many people so hard. For most people can not assume that they simply give a gift. You want to give back. Because they do not want to be in somebody's fault. The stark in Jesus is - he gives his life, without which we are thus indebted to him. Totally free, totally free. Nothing we can do here on earth can ever be the same, and with nothing we can give him back what he has done. Strange. All he wants is our love.