The Healer


get ready
let your walls be broken
make your heart wide like the horizon
and deep like the ocean
today is the day to surrender
for the one who is

love peace and glory

the thorn-crowned king
is born among us
gentle and careful
his healing hands
he knows
and alleviates every pain
gentle his love
and tender his heart
to reconcile and to free
to heal what is broken
to wipe off every tear
today is the day to come home

I don’t have to proof anything


Let me tell you something about my situation, when I published my last post. It was Sunday the 2nd Advent when I had time and felt creatively but I wasn’t in the mood to write something about Christmas at all. I even considered to publish one of my old posts from last year. But I wanted to write something about my paintings, something about life, art and myself – and not again about Christmas. It must be hard to be a professional pastor, who is under constraint to preach every Sunday for his living and maybe sometimes against his or her feelings. But that’s only a side note.

Please, don’t laugh: I discovered a slight tendency of a bad conscience after I pressed the publish button. How come? A few times the last days I have been thinking about it incidentally. I still have no all over answer. Maybe I had forgotten that the Christian faith had nothing to do with my own efforts. I don’t have to proof anything. Neither to myself nor to my readers, at least to God to show that I believe in him.

There is a large space and the welcoming wide open arms of God the father. Don’t try to impress me, come as you are, there is nothing what you can give me besides an open heart.

And standing in front of the doors of Christmas, it’s hard to believe that I seemingly had forgotten at all in this daily humdrum: How Jesus was and how he is. Because God lived in his heart, he was the friendly face of God in this world. For those who didn’t know God and for those who still didn’t understand.

I don’t have to force myself to make things up. God is present and flows like a comforting stream of love, acceptance and grace through my life. Often I don’t understand him, lack of trust and faith but he never changes. And we as Christians are now the faces of God in this world. Make your hearts wide because God wants to express himself through us. As in Christ he lives in us today. Christmas is every day.

Christmas Eve


Christmas Eve: Christ is born into the darkness of this world. Mary and Joseph, a handful of shepherds, the sages from the Orient, maybe no one has understood the dimension of the birth of this little child. All human, rational wisdom must surrender here at the manger. Even more the mind or the brain is not at all capable of understanding what is happening here and who lies in the manger. This is as if you wanted to listen with your eyes and to see with your ears. That won’t work. Faith in Christ is born in the heart. Our hearts understand what our minds cannot believe. Where our minds only see a helpless newborn and filth and poverty, our hearts see the essential.

Only who can (still) believe like a child can recognize God in the child in the manger. Don’t let yourselves be fooled by shine and glamor, by luxury and prosperity, by a flawless, clean skin and a pretty face. These are outward appearances, which get many Likes in a superficial Facebook and Instagram world, but which distract from the essential. The essential is invisible to the eyes. And this essential is exemplified by Christ, because God has taken shape in him.

Love, peace, goodness, justice are given a new meaning by Jesus and outshine everything what we have known so far. Love means for us “birds of a feather flock together”, for him “love your enemies”. Peace means for us armistice, for him “my peace I give you”. Goodness means for us “I do something for you, you do something for me” for him “if someone asks you for your shirt, give him also your coat”. Justice means to us “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”, for him “I forgive you, don’t sin no more in the future”.

What had begun as the birth of a little boy in a dark backyard of history became after Jesus’ life, death and resurrection to a world religion. As an Olympic torch is passed from nation to nation, the fire of faith sets the hearts of many people around the world on fire. As the Universe is expanding continuously after the Big Bang, the message of God who wants himself to reconcile with the humans is spreading continuously.

But the physicists assume that after the Big Bang the Universe contracts itself again. What the scientists predict for the universe in a few billion years is already true today for the Christian faith. It is oppressive to see how the Christian faith becomes less important. I wish I had a patent, but I did not.

Perhaps the structures of the Church first must fall apart until the humans can ask new for God again. Perhaps we first must fail and break in personal crises until we are capable again to see the essential. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

I remember the Sermon of the Mount. How careless Jesus simply trusted in God our Father. Whatever happens, we are in God’s hand.

“So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Mt 6:31-34)

Jesus 2016


Heaven comes to earth, but they do not recognize Him.

This is true for 2016 as well as for the year 0. Humankind has reset its clocks – back to the beginning – and start their calendars where they suppose the birth of the Son of Man. How exactly they have met the time of his birth does not matter. Time stands still anyway as he is born. The universe holds its breath. In the face of the One who is for some everything. One moment of peace. At least in a small place.

To recognize him is unfortunately the least given – then as now. Is that because we are not using the right words to bring heaven to the humans? Perhaps too. But it seems to me as if we make too many words. That we should be silence to recognize him. That our hearts open like heaven.

9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” 13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:9-14)

End Time


So as if one turns up his coat collar against the cold wind, lights a candle with the last match. So we tighten our belts, concentrated on the essentials. Waiting and awaiting. In a time, which greedily hurtles towards the abyss. The end of time. End time. Dawned by the man from Nazareth.

The creation is pregnant in labor pains, waiting for redemption. As we wait for Christmas, we long for the day of his comeback. The Earth groans tired in its axis. The new morality is: “tolerance” and “everything is permitted”. Because they have forgotten God, they go in circles and are wild desperate to squeeze every last drop of life out of their finiteness.

And we – close ranks. No, we cannot close our hearts, urgent the day of his return. Watch, pray, fast, heal and love, because his outlines are already visible from afar. The end of time. Fulfillment of our lives.