When I was in hell

Well, when I was in hell… Maybe you are likely to think I mean it metaphorically. Now tell me, do you? Is hell a metaphor to you? It surely was for me, if anything, a metaphor. That until I ended up there myself. There, in hell. In body and soul. Now soul, of course, is mataphor. But let’s talk hell, shall we? Are you imagining it now? Boy, I would so much like to see your version of it… Maybe you will be so kind and tell me your story, won’t you? One of these days, you know? But now my hell. So… I was there, in hell, for 5 minutes or so. How does it look like? you ask. You see, that is the wrong question. If you really want to know, you need to ask, how does it feel like? Oh, bad… very, very bad. Worse than bad. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible. Horrifying. Do you get the feeling? You may want to know what I have done to go to hell in first place. Ha! That’s the thing and, if you ask me, my salvation. I don’t know! I didn’t know then and I don’t know now. I was just there. How did I come back? Escaped hell, so to say? You see, it took me a few horrific minutes to realise — deeply, deeply realise — that I simply didn’t belong there. Am I such a good person? Hell, no! But I am not bad that either…

Parable of the Good Samaritan

But he, desiring to justify himself, asked Jesus, “Who is my neighbor?”
— Luke 10:25–29

Jesus replies with a story:

Jesus answered, “A certain man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who both stripped him and beat him, and departed, leaving him half dead. By chance a certain priest was going down that way. When he saw him, he passed by on the other side. In the same way a Levite also, when he came to the place, and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a certain Samaritan, as he travelled, came where he was. When he saw him, he was moved with compassion, came to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. He set him on his own animal, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. On the next day, when he departed, he took out two denarii, gave them to the host, and said to him, ‘Take care of him. Whatever you spend beyond that, I will repay you when I return.’ Now which of these three do you think seemed to be a neighbor to him who fell among the robbers?”

He said, “He who showed mercy on him.”

Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”

— Luke 10:30–37


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Unkraut (denk kleiner Affe, denk nach)

​Unkraut! Was für ein hässliches Wort. Unkraut! Nein, nein, nein .. es sind Pflanzen! Es sind Blumen und kleine Bäume. Blumen, die nicht leben dürfen, weil sie dort gedeihen, wo keine sie sehen will. Mein Verstand tut weh! Mein Körper tut weh! Ich möchte sie am Leben lassen. Ich möchte mit ihnen leben. Ich möchte mein Leben mit ihnen teilen. Unkraut sind sie nicht! Nein, einfach nein. Das wird ich nicht hinnehmen. Wenn ich sie wenigstens essen würde. Alles, was lebt, stirbt, ja aber…

Aber…

Ich will das Leben!

‘Denk kleiner Affe, denk nach!’