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Meditation on the Sunday of the Lord’s Resurrection, year C2

On Palm Sunday, I heard a simple and short, but very deep sermon. Its main idea could be summarized as follows: Holy Week shows the way that we are going all our lives towards Jerusalem, in which our love is to resurrect.

What are our ways of love? Not the cheap romance novel or melodramas. Not the one that the producers of innocent Valentine’s hearts or the makers of hardcore porn are trying to sell to us. Not even the one that feeds the homeless cats and takes a dog from the shelter into an empty apartment.

First of all, imagine that on this path two people meet with all their mysterious wealth and inscrutable freedom. Two people or sometimes a man and God. From now on, they are supposed to be together because that’s what they want.

And then day after day and night after night, acts of our will, our greatest decisions made in moments of rapture, are verified. Positive or negative. Due to our own weaknesses and external circumstances.

On our way we inevitably meet Judas and Peter, who in various ways remind us of the relationship of love with betrayal – the betrayal of those we loved and perhaps still love, and of our own betrayals, greater or lesser; about sophisticated, deliberate betrayals or betrayals that result from fear and ignorance of themselves.

Today there is probably nothing that threatens love more than the cynicism of various Pilates. Those who, with the heartlessness of cyborgs, pursue business or political goals, whatever they may be, pointing out to other people that they still react emotionally to good and evil. People who hide in the privacy of aesthetics and spirituality, so as not to feel their own, and especially someone else’s, pain. Also those who do not engage in any serious activities and relationships, just in case, so that they are not used or instrumented, so as not to lose their good opinion of themselves or get into trouble. Each of us is also one or another Pilate – every day.

Our mothers ‘tears, fathers’ admonitions, fears and warnings from relatives – sometimes they block the paths of love and are insurmountable obstacles. We succumb to emotional blackmail, we get infected with someone else’s fear, we try to limit the freedom of another human being in the name of our own desires and habits.

There are also other tears, less dangerous because they are not so overwhelming, but they draw attention to themselves and can be cruelly irritating. The tears of the women of Jerusalem who managed to upset even Jesus. We know people who run away from their own problems in a variety of spectacular commitments, as long as they are not related to responsibility. We might even belong to that kind of person ourselves.

Accepting and giving help can also be a test on the way of love. We are not always able to accept the fact that we are weak, powerless, dependent on others and it is difficult for us to remain calm, not to mention gratitude, when someone wants to help us carry the cross or wipes our tired face with a scarf. We are not always able to provide support so that someone who needs support does not feel incapacitated or humiliated.

Curious crowd around. The same for centuries: who loves to watch executions, waits for bloody news in the evening TV news, greedily browsing colorful gossip magazines. Today it has been analyzed as a society of the spectacle, to which we belong, whether we like it or not.

Finally, our own weaknesses, with which everyone is the most difficult to confront. Our limitations that are difficult to accept. What causes us to fail, even when we seem to be able to cope with all other difficulties. Also the weaknesses of our loved ones that make us feel helpless.

And a desperate cry of “My God, God, why have you forsaken me” when it seems that love has finally lost and life has lost to a meaningless all-encompassing evil …

Do we still have the strength to go to Jerusalem, where our love will resurrect?

And there’s an empty tomb there. Obstacles and murderous hardships, betrayals, dilemmas, limitations did not give rise to bitterness and cynicism. They vanished like the ominous darkness of the night, leaving room in the morning for the discreet glow of glory. Divine and human.

Do you believe it? Do you feel that a spark of Love has flared up again in your heart among the ashes? Do you want to see similar sparks flashing just in many other human hearts?