The last weeks were full. Many trips, many events. Full church services, seminars and much more.
Have finished a new book written, which will be published in autumn in the Neufeld-Verlag. Title:
Jesus Christ? Seven reasons why I followed him.
'm just on a second book.
I was most concerned but the fact that my father, whose 80th Birthday, we wanted to celebrate last week, for almost 3 Wcohen in hospital.
The celebration was canceled. I could visit him on his birthday.
On this occasion, I add to an article I wrote several months ago for "turn."
He expresses best what I feel at the moment. roland
Best wishes to all who read this
My parents
Somehow I feel like today something to write about my parents. Whether this is because a picture of them here with me is at work? Or because I am nostalgic with age? Anyway, this is my theme today.
One thing is clear to me: I can call me really happy that I have such parents. They are now both around eighty years old, modest mother and my father after all, already eighty-one seventy-nine. Their golden wedding is already a couple of years ago, after they were married in 1951, and truly "in good and bad" to each other on hold. As one who has just pierced the twenty-year marriage mark, I find quite the performance.
Where in them that not everything is always peace, joy and pancakes was. But Erik and Martin, these are the two that is, have managed repeatedly, that despite differences, often completely opposite views, to meet each other. Maybe it's because they have never ceased to pray together. It will have only a few days to be where they are not in the evening together knelt by the bed and have enjoined everything that was important to Heavenly Father.
my parents are far from what we understand as traditional "pious" would. My mother, for example, is up to the present day is an incredibly critical spirit that makes fun of everything and every thought. The fact that things are sometimes, they do not address directly, strictly speaking, something you have to take this into account. In any case, it takes a lively interest in what happens in the world and its environment. Always amazed me with their demands. She remembers people who have not seen her for years and want to know everything exactly. Sometimes a bit annoying, but in any case a hundred times better than disinterested indifference.
books they read to date without end, and calls on all possible day and night, with me to discuss it if they did not understand something or disagree with the author. Especially when social injustice somewhere, it must make its indignation. My mother was and is a small Revoluzzerin and also does not shy away from conflict.
My father is the exact opposite. Harmony is the highest good, and in any conduct he is still looking for the good core, or at least the good intention. And is also usually a bit. And caring he is to stop. When I was a student home, I was inevitably the next morning before my shoes cleaned. Sometimes I went to the spirit. I thought it was impossible that my father almost no own needs seemed to have, but always just about tried to do another a favor and help them gain life. But when you look closely, I must say that this incredible strength is visible. Selflessness shows that one has found its center and therefore can just let yourself go.
What I learned from my parents? Three things come to mind immediately: The use of money, commitment to the church and world horizon.
First: money. As the refugees came after years of captivity in Egypt, my father was completely burned to the Ruhr area, where he met my mother. Together they built a modest living. Every penny was turned over twice. And yet they were when it came to the community or helping others, always generous. You could give themselves often to help others. In money matters to be accurate and generous at the same time, I learned from my parents.
Second Engagment for the church. It was natural for them that my parents cooperated in the local church community. Of course, voluntary, but more intense. For many years she directed the Sunday school. My mother played the organ, and my two brothers and I had this not spared: Organ learn was announced! In any case, it was normal: Christian means, get involved in the community. But not uncritical. Too often, my parents were suffering from the high-handedness of some pastors who had for some years there, but then of course, always appeared as heads. That was not always easy to bear. Also not to experience how good traditions were systematically ruined. But my parents are still her life of the Church remained loyal. First, belonged to the good form and, secondly, to believe in God. use me and not necessarily to be expected thanks and appreciation that I have learned from my parents.
And third, the global horizon. Although they lived in modest circumstances - my father was a simple postman, my mother a secretary, first for the CID and then at a school - they were always open-minded. Even if no money was there, they were important to show our children the world. And so we went very early on the Alps, in the car that belonged to us only half - the other half of my uncle and my aunt. And although she could not really afford it, they sent me to share in the USA. For vision and education, which was important to them. And into old age, they traveled themselves, Russia, USA, Turkey, Israel, England, France and so on. Openness to the world - and this was I learned from them.
But one thing is for me the heritage of my certainly not perfect, error-free parents, God is simply a must. Anything else would be stupid.
That's something, right?
Welcome, Your
Roland Werner
