It must be terrible, Lord,
When one hates so much that one wants to kill.
Of course we know the origin.
In hell, nothing is left but - utter hatred.
One can get pleasure from that – in a perverse way,
That much – that it is like an addiction.
Absolute hatred.
Hatred to a degree that no meaning, no sense is left.

The Hated you, the Man from Nazareth, Jesus.

They could not bear with … With what, anyway?
You called God "Father" – with a very affectionate word.

And your first witness: "Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God." – "But they cried out in a loud voice, covered their ears, and rushed upon him together" (Acts 7, 56-57)

They ground their teeth at him – impotent fury – love greetings from hell.

And now?

Should we talk about the stakes, the burning of the witches?
Or…?
It is all not so long ago...
Only one thing is clear: this was not objectivity, thinking, judging.
That was hatred, hatred made in hell.

Hartred is when...

Hatred is when self-chosen narrowness meets freedom.
Then they cover their ears, ground their teeth.
The challenge of the scene is obvious and up to date.

We are called – by you.

We ask ourselves:
Where is meaning and sense for me?
Where is love and friendship for me?
Where do I experience freedom?

This is an Invitation:

Let's share it, in our "Schoenstatt Meeting".
Let 's share our precious experience of meaning.
Let's share where we experience love.

These are the two basic questions:
Love: For whom do I live?
Meaning: For what goal do I live?

Let us share. Some experiences are to precious to be shared with all. Then we share with just one person:
I love you with affectionate love. With you, regulations become unimportant.

I feel free with you.

Pater Tilmann Beller