Calvin Synod Herald, 1996 (96. évfolyam, 1-6. szám)
1996-03-01 / 2. szám
CALVIN SYNOD HERALD 5 AMERIKAI MAGYAR REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA Palm Sunday marks Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem. As we recall this event and the days of Holy Week, it is appropriate to remind ourselves again that the times were not favorable for the fulfillment of His mission. The people were in turmoil. Hatred and suspicion were the order of the day. Fear was in the air. It was a time of tension and dispute. Violence, revolt, political and military conquest were the hard facts of life. Yet in these unfavorable circumstances, Jesus continued to preach a message of love and forgiveness. He maintained His faith in God and in the possibilities of men. He never wavered in His devotion to the two great commandments: love of God and love of our neighbor. As we recall Jesus' victory over the events of Holy Week, we may remind ourselves that many others in history have overcome severe difficulties. Some of Paul's greatest letters came from the dungeon of a prison. While deaf, Beethoven composed the Ninth Symphony. In his blindness, John Milton wrote "Paradise Lost". During the sad years of the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln remained a tower of strength. Palm Sunday in 1996 finds us viewing a world filled with the terrible aftermaths of wars, hatred, violence, prejudice and suffering still engulfing the atmosphere all over the world. As Jesus maintained his faith and love in a difficult age, so may we hold fast to that which is right and true in our own age! This poem is a German folksong that was translated into Hungarian by Rev. Mária Babos, and from Hungarian into English by the editor. As Jesus left his gentle mother, Holy Week originated. Sorrow fell on Mary like thunder, Inquiring son so ill-fated. Oh, son Jesus, my own offspring! What mil you be on SUNDAY sacred? On that Sunday I will be king With palm-branches, well-accepted. Oh, son Jesus, my beloved: What will you be on TUESDAY after? Prophet of world as portended Foretelling End by disaster. Oh, son Jesus, my own adored! What will you be on WEDNESDAY next? I mil be poor and abandoned; Thirty silvers! cheaply dispensed. Oh, son Jesus, my own admired! What will ycm be on that THURSDAY? I will become the sacrificed Lamb At the table of fatal day. Oh, son Jesus, my own sweetheart! What mil you be on that FRIDAY? Oh, mother dear, from your dear heart Let concealed be that awful day! On that Friday, mother of mine! On hill I'll be then crucified. Nails will go through this flesh of mine. Be not afraid! End - justified! Oh, my son, so venerated! What will you be on SATURDAY then? I will be seed in soil planted. Andfrom that soil be bom again. And on SUNDAY, mother be glad. I will arise from among the dead! Holding ever cross in the flag! You'll see me then in glory to stand!
