Amerikai Magyar Hírlap, 1997 (9. évfolyam, 7-15. szám)

1997-04-18 / 15. szám

AMERICAN Hungarian Journaf Weekly Newspaper FIRST HUNGARIAN REFORMED CHURCH 12717 York Ave. Hawthorne, CA 90250 Ph. (310) 355-1475 Adm. Páston Dr. Béla Bonis (310) 430-0876 Caretaker: Dr. Béla Bíró (310)644-3121____ As our text, John 20:19-31, in­dicates Thomas missed the Easter celebration. The other disciples had gathered for a hush-hush conference, but Thomas missed it. He was ex­ercising prudent caution: even a closed-door meeting might be risky for the partisans of a lea­der just executed for treason. Make no mistake. Thomas loved them, thought the cause was a good one: Jesus was the kind of visionary leader that Is­rael needed. But still, some­body had to keep his feet on the ground. Only after it be­came apparent the authorities were satisfied, having snuffed out the ringleader, did Thomas cautiously emerge from hiding to seek the others. A week later when Jesus again ap­peared to his disciples, - this time Thomas was with them, however, - Jesus agreed to doubting Thomas’ condition to believe the Resurrection: "Un­less I thrust my finger into the marks of the nails in his hands... no way I’ll ever believe." Unbelief always says: show me, prove it! But notice that Thomas doesn’t take Jesus up on the invitation to perform the autopsy. His proposed ex­periment, his need to finger the evidence, falls away. Doubting Thomas can only stammer a confession, "My Lord and my God." And with that, he says the best thing that anyone has said yet in this Gospel. What did savvy Thomas recognize? Three things at least. 1. Our Lord is the Crucified One. 2. He sends us as witnesses to em­body God’s love and power to conquer sin and death. 3. Thus we become a community of con­fession. Faith is not just a mat­ter of receiving private illumina­tion. It does not matter that, for whatever other reason, you were there for the Easter celebration. You want to be­come an active participant in God’s redemptive love for others. APRIL 20: after worship we’ll have our Spring Bazaar to which we invite all our friends and members. You’ll be delighted to enjoy tasty fresh sausage and fine pastries. The event serves our kitchen-fund. For that purpose, many thanks to the following donations: George Kékessy $15, Mr & Mrs Ernest Bodnar $20, also Mrs Rozalia Bernauer $100 in memory of her husband and two sons, Béla Jr. and Bruno, and Mrs Steven Kish in memory of her husband. Susan Jancso Leap of Faith There were thirty-nine people in the living room of the hillside mansion in the posh neighborhood of Rancho Santa Fe, near San Diego. They were a mixed lot, men and women, young and old, hardly distinguishable from one another because of the crew-cut and the uniform they were wearing. They were sitting around the TV set watching an episode of Star Trek The Next Generation. The Away-Team of the Enterprise was just about to transport the inhabitants of a doomed planet to a safer place, but they wouldn’t leave. Their agricultural society’s greatest achievement was an aqueduct their fathers had built. They showed it proudly to the newcomers: Look, this is our .inheritance, the token of our survival. Do you think we’re going to forsake it because of some distant rumors of danger? Those who descended from the heavens tried to explain that the end is near; that whoever is not saved will perish, will be lost in the great disaster that lies ahead. The time is now, they have to make a choice. Data, the android - like a modern day prophet - gave them a detailed account of what’s going to happen. But still, the people could not tear themselves away from the only reality they knew. In the end, Data was forced to use his phaser to destroy what they were most attached to: the aqueduct. As soon as they had nothing to lose, they obediently followed him. Looking back, they could see their planet engulfed in flames. Ro was studying the faces of her companions, and in them she saw nothing but quiet certitude. She could tell they were all con­vinced that the same fate awaited our Earth, that it was no use to escape from New York or Los Angeles, as the popular movies suggested, for there was no escape, no place to go except up, up into the infinite space... That we must willingly renounce everything others are so attached to, because it’s the only way to become worthy of reaching the Higher Level. They tried fo attenuate their masculine or feminine features by wearing unisex hairdo and uniform clothing, and they purged their souls of every human desire, in order to be admitted through Heaven’s Gate. They also had a clear idea what the inhabitants of te Higher Level - the ones who originally "planted" humans on Earth - look like; anybody visiting their Web Site could take a look at them. Ro was still young, hardly 27 years old. Sometimes she wondered what she was doing here, among these strange, neutral beings. It was not disillusionment or fear of life that had driven her into the cult, neither was it blind faith, on the contrary: it was her curious and open nature, her keen space-age intellect nurtured on computers and seeking order in the world, that propelled her into this company. She was not at all convinced things would happen as they imagined, that a spaceship would come to pick them up, pulling them up without making a landing, with some kind of device like the transporters in Star Trek, and the bubble-headed aliens would take them to their heavenly home planet. And yet... if it were true, she could become part of the greatest adventure any human has ever experienced, the non plus ultra of discovery! She remembered her first meeting with Brother Fa. Rosanna was a senior at UCLA; when she heard they were planning a trip to Italy in the summer, she was eager to go with them. Once there, she opened herself up to the magic of Europe, she inhaled the art and music, the whole culture with the mild June air. She admired the ancient churches, and explored the museums. As she was looking up, awestruck, at Tizian’s magnificent paint­ing, the Ascension at the Cathedral of Verona, trying to etch every realistic detail of the picture on her mind, the bespectacled boy walked over to her and asked something in a soft voice. At first she did not even want to answer him, she thought it was just a trick to get to know her. He was one of their group, and she had caught him staring at her before. But what he said she could not dismiss easily.- How do you think they did it?-Did what? The painting? If you ask me, they did it with a great deal of talent and a lot of patience.-Not the picture, dummy! I meant the ascension to heaven.- You know what the religion teaches about that...-Yes, but why? Tell me why mankind, from time immemorial, has been looking to the heavens for its God? Why do we hope to find eternal peace up there, in the Heavenly Kingdom?- Maybe you know the answer?- I do, and you can find out too, if you come to Santa Monica two weeks from today. An extraordinary - what’s more, extrater­restrial - person will give a presentation. Rosanna went, and what she heard made so much sense to her she could not put it out of her mind. Where did all the ancient peoples go, the man with the intense, unblinking gaze asked. What happened to the Mayans, the Aztecs and the Incas, all these civiliza­tions that preceded us by thousands of years and were possibly more advanced than we are? Isn’t it logical, that they went back to where they had come from? Who could repeat today their feats of archtiecture, the stone heads of the Easter Islands, the Great Pyramids of Gizah, or Matsu Picsu? Man had always looked up to the sky. The Italian Castiglione sang of Platonic love and return to the home star. Dante concludes each of the three parts of the Divine Comedy with reference to the stars. In the last terzina of Inferno, he emerges from the darkness "and came forth to see the stars." In the last lines of Purgatory, he is "born again”, a new man "pure and prepared to mount to the stars." And in Paradise, he finds "the Love which moves the sun and all the stars." (To be continued) SKYE Actress, Vocalist Script Supervisor PA. 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