13 lipca 2011 22:08
Lucy Langdon pisze...
I was putting my little ones to bed last night and thinking about Caritas. (I had just read your statement above.) You are so right, it truly is contagious, this love that you describe:
As I was washing little feet I contemplated the image of Jesus washing the apostles' feet. I was transformed from being a tired mother to a woman who suddenly knew a little bit of caritas.
And this came all the way from Poland to America! A miracle. A gift. Yes, it is contagious.
Thank you for that.
14 lipca 2011 02:56
Józef z Rzeczpospolitej Norwidowskiej pisze...
Hurra! Lucy - we both are now wirtual participants (but actual) in Caritas-Murzasichle summer camp (or as we name this sort of events "kolonie", a little bit like spiritual and cultural colonialism :-)
15 lipca 2011 07:24
Grażyna pisze...
Hi Lucy, I'm Jan, Jozef's son. My mom wanted to write to you so I'm doing the translation :)
My mom says:
I'm very glad to get to know you through my husband. Thank you very much for your kind comment on our Caritas Blog. I saw your house on google maps and I think your neighbourhood is very pretty (I love how your house is hidden behind the trees). I'm sorry my English is not good enough to answer you personally but to be able to talk with you I'll try to learn something more. Let's meet more often on our blog! Our children are very curious about you and your family and have a lot of questions. Grażyna
The first day
So we’re finally there! We completed our journey from Strachówka to Murzasichle on a beautiful summer evening, with sun shining in our faces. Traveling with mr. Andrzej, who is our driver and the owner of the place where we’re staying, was nothing but pleasant. It was fast, it was safe, it was peaceful.
Murzasichle is a charming little town very close to the mountains and paths of the Tatra National Park.
We’re here for the second time. It’s so nice to return to a place so beautiful, a place where you’re always welcome. We feel at home here. People from these parts are so friendly. They welcomed us like old friends.
We’re very few this year at the camp. There are only forty-two of us: thirty-six children and six instructors. We all know each other, we’re all friends.
Every evening, around 8 pm we meet to share all the good things that happened to us during the day. There’s always a moment of prayer and singing. This year we have two guitars and many voices that make our evening meetings even more special.
Stay tuned for more J
21st, July
It’s not easy to find time for everything. There is so much going on.
There are our daily meetings and brainstorming about what activities to organize for kids, what things to prepare. There are all the photos which need to be first transferred to the computer and selected, then sent to Jozef. Time’s passing and it’s difficult to stop even for a while. It would be really difficult to manage if it wasn’t for the holy mass.
The mass in Murzasichle is extraordinary. Maybe because it requires just one thought, one moment, one act of will. It doesn’t take much to be in the centre of what’s most important, almost no effort is needed. It’s like a blink of an eye, like a smile of a loved one from behind the curtain of heaven.
I’m hurrying because I’m late. I enter through the church door and I’m overwhelmed by silence, peace, trust. For a while I’m still preoccupied for tomorrow (will it be possible to go out , will the weather be ok?). But in the next moment I’m taken by the Good News. It guides me. A young priest explains it well. When I exchange the sign of peace familiar faces smile at me. The moment of silence after communion, singing- it all gives me strength. I don’t have to make up anything, it all happens by itself. Or does it? (Grazyna, translated by John)
