Would Jesus wear a mask?

I have been watching us all for a year now and I see certain,exuse the word-beastly:aren`t we like dogs in muzzles?

Dogs must have fun:

"You look at the bad guy walking in the muzzle.I`ve always thougth this species(human)was the most dangerous."

😂😂😂

They took away our freedom,humanity and love.

And here I would have to refer to the One who created us out of love and for love.

 God, who is love himself, created people so that they could love each other. Give the thirsty water, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, dress the wounded. Never in any photo have I seen Mother Teresa wearing a mask and turning around among so many sick people. I also know if any of the Franciscan brothers looked like an alien going to a leper patient.

And the most difficult for me is to imagine a picture in which Jesus heals and wears a mask. Here I reach for the highest authority, who showed through his actions how to understand the greatest commandment of love.

After all, he was a man born in a stable like many children before and after him, and not in a sterile hospital, where his mother could not see him for two days.He was baptized in the dirty waters of the Jordan, he walked along dusty roads and he must have taught in the dirty alleys of the city where you could meet sinners, prostitutes, and beggars.After all,such social rejects did not sit in clean hospitals and wait for a savior in a white coat with a vaccine for every disease.They are certainly foul-smelling streets where slop was poured,maybe even mice ran there,and sick and dirty had lice in their hair.

And he?

He walked among them, touched? For one he even put his fingers in his ears and touched his tongue, for another he washed his eyes ... with saliva mixed with the earth, and he approached the leper without the alien costume and touched the hand of the dead girl (unclean for the Jaw), not to mention the sick old woman to the hemorrhage that touched him, which was a great uncleanness for the Jew as well.

 Are Catholics doing that now?

  Are we Christians who follow Christ? 

 Or are we like those Jews who are pulling away from everyone else because I'm still bringing home the virus?

Because what are our gestures of love now:

-cutting off from our old parents,

-escaping from everyone who does not wear a mask,

-no shaking hands,

And how does our psyche suffer?Let`s look at the children who miss school so much for their friends,and adults who work at home on their laptops not want to meet again in the office for a coffee and little chat,and the elderly are not cheerful when we come to visit them with grandchildren.

Forgive my words, but I remember not so long ago how people with a smile gave each other the sign of peace, and now they sway their heads like that donkey in the stable, and when going to communion I have to disinfect my hands so as not to get infected from the hands of the priest or that the blessed host may not transferred the virus to me.

"In the story of the birth of Jesus, there is a motif of a closed door to the Family of Nazareth. The people of Bethlehem kept their distance. (...) We are also very closed today.The coronavirus and the anxiety epidemic has hit one of the most sensitive points in the human relationship. We put on our masks and view ourselves as potential carriers of the virus.We avoid closeness,because it is threat.We do not shake hands,we do not see our smiles,we do not hug warmly.It is not about questioning the validity of epidemic regulations,but about the fact that one of the consequences of all this is growing loneliness.And people need closeness,relationship,warmth,touch(...).

Christmas is a celebration of closeness between God and people. God has covered the distance between heaven and earth in order to be close to us (...) ".

 And will we overcome this distance?

 These words, quoted from "Gość Niedzielny" (Polish Catholic newspaper), seem to be reading my mind.

One more thought:

Why do we stick to this world so drastically?Nobody will come up with a longevity pill(because someone hjas already invented such a pill and it was some milion years ago when creating this world),and each of us is destined to die and(depending on life)eternal heaven or hell.

Choose and remember that He does not force us to do anything,but gives us free will.

 

 

 

 

 

Short break.

Well, exactly for two days. Of course, I don't count two days of travelling.
And I can even say that our LOT airlines surprised me positively. I flew with them for the first time and I will say that I will probably change carrier.
The ticket price was only slightly different from the cheap airlines that I could use to fly directly to London, and here I had to fly with transfers.
I must admit that I am a childless person and unfortunately I am starting to tire of flights with more children on board (I have nothing against parents flying with their children), and here it is so silent that I did not have to put on headphones to read a book, much less get enough sleep.
The plane was not too big because there were only four people in a row (two on the right and left) and not six, where sometimes there is a problem if a person from under the window wants to go to the toilet is one from the middle and from the inside must leave ( it's a bit "jumping").
My mother and I arrived at a small airport, which is trying to expand a little (though there is not enough space, because it is old docks) London City Center and soon we bought a ticket for the subway (not the first time I travel around London by underground so I know how not to get lost) and we got to Earl Court to a previously ordered hotel.
We do not belong to comfortable people, so whether it is 2,3 or any star makes no difference, it is important that there are beds, bathroom, toilet and you can make coffee or tea.
So it was like that. 
Luxury at all.
On the first day, we drove to Big Ben and Parliament, which is still under renovation, but the clock is not completely covered as it was when I last saw it.
Then from the beautiful St. James`s Park surrounded by lush vegetation

where we watched the black swans (and I thought they were only in fairy tales;)))

we went to Buckingham Palace.

 

Then we came up with an English breakfast near Piccadilly Circus, then again over the bridge next to the Parliament, the London Eye, Shakepeare`s theatre and again to the other side to St.Paul`s Cathedral.

There we had a cup of coffee and ate a cookie, still a small shopping for supper and go to the hotel.

So what's left for us the next day?

Rain woke us up like usually on the islands and we went to the Tower of London, we ate breakfast nearby,

we bought tickets and visited the castle all day (it has already cleared up a bit). The whole day of decent English history and the most important point is the place of imprisonment and beheading of Anna Boleyn.

Then just a mandatory photo at Tower Bridge,

The last look at glass skyscrapers,

small shopping in a nearby store and go to the hotel for supper.

And early in the morning, we had the same journey we had on the first day, only the other way home.

I was going to settle the matter, but it failed, but my mother had a wonderful birthday present.

                          HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MUM!

New Year

 

      New resolution with New Year:

 1. I will run my blog honestly.
 2. I will run my blog honestly.
 3. I will run my blog honestly.

     I know, I know. The decision is decided and later the wings fall and we forget New Year resolution.

    I start New Year in my beloved home in Silesia, no matter how buried and dark, it`s important with my family and full of love, I think this is more important.
I got bored with being a maternalist, when after 10 years of staying in England I did not find friends because everyone was only outdoing in the hands of better cars and when they got into the hierarchy of work above they suddenly forgot to say, "Good morning."
They say I will come back - I do not know. (Maybe, but who knows.)
But if this happens, then an empty room will stand in front of my eyes and live with somebody strange. 

   I just found a quote, which I once wrote down with ... I do not remember, but it is worth to begin this first day of January with these words.
  
  What is most important for me?


                           "It is better to live in the simplicity of life filled 
                        with  faith in the  Eucharistic Christ than to 
                        lead a sumptuous life that is empty like a shell".
                    
          
             Once again I wish you all
                                        Happy New Year!!!              

Peak District.

     Over the last few weeks, the weather in England is just amazing.
I drove once to work and thought about the last time it was raining (so when the wipers were last used).
Sun, sun, heat, heat and sun again.
So you have to use it.
I am not a big admirer of lying on the beach and spreading creams so that the sun will not burn me.
Even if the heat is pouring from the sky, I prefer to pack my backpack and move somewhere in the woods.
It's good that they have a park in England called the Peak District.

                                           Such views can also be seen.
This is the National Park stretching between Sheffield and Manchester, Huddersfield and Derby (I stretched a bit, but these are bigger cities on the map).
And here we have the freedom to choose maps and areas.
What do you like!
Higher mountains, hills, lowlands and silent rivulets, meadows, fields and pastures.

                    I am not joking, sometimes you go through the middle of such a pasture.
You can choose between bike paths, hiking climbers, lazy walks in the woods or lounging by the rivers and enjoying the views.
You choose what you like?!

We've already been with my boyfriend a few times on shorter trips, and once we only managed to get out for 30 minutes, because it was bringing in clouds and we were soaked to the dry thread.
We left with Youlgrave.
A bit of a grove and a murmuring rivulet, hills and a few pastures with cows.
All the grass burned from the great sun, but luckily we had a rivulet for quite a bit of the road, where you could dip your feet, rest, eat a little bit.
And let`s go!
Along the way, we met a lot of people who went out for a walk, and also groups of young people wandering around with camping equipment.
We came to the end of the rill and here the real stairs started (real stairs like at home, but of different sizes).
Unfortunately, but my camera in my cell refused to obey and I do not have a picture to prove to you, but take my word for it that after climbing, we went to the clearing and we could not move our legs.
But everything good ends sometime and you have to get up and move further through the pastures to our town.

If you like walks I invite you to Peak District.

  Well, I did a vacation in writing.
And I have no excuse for it.

  I did not have anything interesting to write or I was just lazy(in most of the time).
Well because what to write here when life stands in place or it seems so because all the time works between work and home, home and work.
Although sometimes something in the background scrolls like a book read, watched a movie, another finished piece of knitting or crochet etc.
Or another move and change address?
Oh yeah!
Again?!
I have already counted that I changed my place of residence every year (that is, 10).
But, only a few months and I'm going home.
For now, I can enjoy the beautiful weather

            (it's probably so special for me to let this year pass well) and go home.

  I already have enough of this life on suitcases, it's time to go back to Poland.
Almost everyone tells me that I will definitely come back, but it is true that I prefer to"pat poor" in my own home than to earn well abroad and live in a house where you have to adapt to the rules there.
You say you can buy a house, but I will not work like a machine for X-years to sell this house in my old age and return to a country where my parents will no longer be.
I want to be very close to them and no money will change that.

  After all, I always say that as many people in the world think so much and everyone would say something different here.

We pray for the future.

       Why is it so strange that if I think about something, then I am bombarded with information about this subject from all sides?
It's not like I'm looking for something on the internet.It's not me because I usually write that I have something to check and after a few seconds I forget why I opened the computer (oh this forgetfulness).
It's like, for example, that I'm starting to watch a program on YouTube and immediately after it automatically gets a movie with a topic that interested me once and now this subject wants to remind me.

      And so, along with Christmas, I ended the Pompeian Novena and in the New Year I promised myself that I would "adopt spiritually" a child who is threatened with abortion and here is a good angel in the New Year and reminds me of prayer by accidentally opening a page with prayers for children at risk of abortion(I am glad I have  someone who reminds me of what I once promised).


     Where does this idea come from?

     For centuries, Europe was Christian and every born child was accepted as a blessing.
I know from history that there were wars, diseases and children sometimes did not live to adolescence, but there were more of them born than in today's times when we do not have wars, and medicine is so great that ... well, it kills unborn children instead of saving them.

   Do not future doctors swear to save lives, and here they kill children because women are not prepared for a child, want to make a career or a child was conceived as a result of rape, or worst of all, a couple have got sex and they forgot to secure themselves.

   Europe, do you really want to kill your future in so stupid way?

   Have we already forgotten what Saint John Paul II said?
   He said:
            "A country that kills own children
                                kills own future"
   Is this not true?
Let's look at our Europe.
You do not think that it "shrinks".
Not geographically, because it would be immediately visible, but numerically.

 This, as you can see the date from 2015 because only I found it, but it is worth looking for 2017 and they are certainly two times bigger.

   The funniest thing is that the "religion of peace", which so successfully overwhelmed Europe and blows us up into the air, generates many children who numerically outgrow the classes to which white European children go.
Sometimes we do not have the impression that there are more and more Mohamed and Aish in the classes of our sons and daughters than John, James, Sean, Ann, Elizabeth...
   
   Do we want to kill our future and let Europe's white people disappear in this way?
   Do we want the children of our children to pay a jizyah for living in peace for some time until next payday?
   Do we want our sons to be killed, and the daughters walk in burqas and are raped every day?
   Is this what we want in the future?

   We are already becoming a dying species, and if it does not appeal to some liberated women who are fighting for their rights to abortion and deciding about their bodies, I will give good advice.
Put on the iron panties, close a small padlock and put the key in the deep water, because why else should tempt those who enrich us culturally.

   People talk and write about abortion a lot in recent times, and what is left to us to oppose.
Not every one of us can write to the president and ask for a change of rules, but there is something that will help us change something: pray and believe that somewhere there we help another child to be born.

   I invite you to join the "Spiritual Adoption" right now, right here.
Open and read, even if you are not sure, save this page for later, I believe that it will be useful someday.
And if you are still not convinced, I encourage you to watch the movie titled:"Meant to be".

       I strongly believe that "my" adopted baby is about a month old and grows well under the heart of some mother.
                And I strongly encourage you to "Spiritual Adoption"