Calvin Synod Herald, 1993 (93. évfolyam, 2-6. szám)
1993-03-01 / 2. szám
CALVIN SYNOD HERALD- 4-REFOMÁTÜSOK LAPJA LÁSZLÓ TŐKÉS Repeated Visit to the "Magyar DebrecenM of America - February 20,1993-Symbolic Act. Properly acquired from the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. j The greatest hero of Romania's Revolution was in Cleveland again. Another ecumenical Solemn Service was held at 3:00 p.m. in the West Side Reformed Church with an impressive array of clergy in festal robes, led by Bishop Zoltán D. Szűcs. Bishop Tőkés preached another earth-shaking Sermon. At 5:00 p.m. a grand banquet was held in his honor in the Great Hall of the church completely filled from wall to wall. Bishop Tőkés gave to-the-point answers to all crucial questions coming from the attenders. The "Tőkés-est" proceeds will benefit the only Hungarian College in Romania and the Nagyvárad Hungarian High School. The Clevelanders relived the triumphant days of the great Revolution, that was sparkled by his own sermons that set a whole nation afire. All should read his book, The Fall of Tyrants, which tells the incredible story of the overthrow of Ceausescu. At this Cleveland visit he also addressed the Cleveland City Club. Bishop László Tőkés, a hero of the Romanian revolution three years ago, told the City Club that the revolution has been "stolen" by the same kind of communists and fascists who were ousted. He said that after the trial and execution of Romanian dictator Nicolae Ceasescu, the second rank of communists came to power and are ruling the government. He said "but they cleverly try to put a Democratic face on the government in hopes of getting money from the West." The bishop said the Hungarian minority is denied equality and democracy in Romania. He said he had seen little change since President Ion Illiescu was elected last October. He said Illiescu was elected because his party controlled the media and older Romanians tend to vote for the man of power as they were told by the Communists to do in earlier years. The bishop said if the reformers in the Parliament combined with others who want a democratic, free-market government, will not act it would not be possible to change the government. He said help was needed from the United States to bring about democracy. "The Fall of Tyrants" thus describes the memorable event, "Candles flickered in the hands of the people standing in the dark street in Timisoara. Like the flames leaping from candle to candle, one man 's courage had spread from person to person all through that day. Word had tra veled around the city - officials were evicting the pastor at the Hungarian Reformed Church, but he refused to go. People began to gather in front of the Church. Hour by hour, the crowd swelled as more people came to show their support for László Tókés' defiant stand. The spark from Timisoara grew to a flame that swept the nation. As the unrest increased, Nicolae Ceausescu angrily blamed Tókés. The thirty-eight-year-old pastor knew his days were numbered. No one survived the censure of the Great Conducator. But events were to prove him wrong. The Romanian revolution gathered speed, and within ten days Ceausescu and his wife were dead." In this stirring book, László Tőkés tells his own story for the first time. It is the story of the cry for freedom in the human heart. It is a thrilling story of God’s response to faith and obedience in His people, of God's sovereignty in the history of a nation. Another book on the great Revolution is by Andrei Codrescu, which tells a Romanian exile's story of return and revolution, from which "The Hole in the Rag" (the book's title) is dramatized. f THE LAND ) WHERE I WAS BORN, Petófy's great poem, Ott születtem én azon a tájón with the dramatic refrain "Cserebogár, sárga Cserebogár!" Translation by Steve Kabay under the influence of his recent visit to Hungary, Honorary-Chief-elderofFirst Church in Cleveland. I was bom in this land in the lowland of the great meadow. This town is the place where I was bom and it seems filled with my Nanny's song. I can still hear this song even though so much time has passed, "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly!" I left here a little child and a grown man returns. Many years have gone by, filled with sadness and joy. So many years; how quickly time passes! "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly!" Where are you my playmates of the past ? How I wish I could see even one of you. Come sit beside me and make me forget I am a grown man, That my shoulders are stooped with those years. "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly." Like a restless bird on the branches, my thoughts fly from here to there, Gathering beautiful memories as the bee gathers pollen from the flowers And re-visits all the sweet place he has been. "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly." I become a child again, riding my makebelieve stallion, blowing my make-believe horn. I take my horse to water and afterward, ride him again. "Let's go my little horse, Bandit! Let's go! "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly." It is twilight now; I hear the church bells ringing. Tired is the horseman, tired the horse. Back home, Nanny takes me on her lap, singing to me as I drift off to sleep. "Butterfly, Yellow Butterfly!"
