Camouflaged sacredness
Camouflaged sacredness is artificially suppressed natural desire of human beings for the fellowship with God as their Creator that can never be completely dismissed but rather takes other forms of expression instead. According to Slovak theologian Ján Bohdan HroboÅ the natural longing for holiness might be transposed and disguised, for example, under various secular, and often even quite drastic terms and expressions, or even under completely vulgar language, but the basic need for âsomething that goes beyond meâ is equally strong, perhaps even stronger than in the traditional forms of the sacraments,[2] and as such remains unfilled until a person reconciles with God. Nazi resister Wilhelm Bush points out that such reconciliation is portrayed in The Parable of the Pharisee and the Publican, where "publican, a man who was not a very commendable person", still in his deep longing for God could eventually only wring his hands and murmur this short prayer: "God, have mercy on me, a sinner."[3]
| The restless hearts |
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| « You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You. » |
Examples
| The curses of the godless vs. the hallelujahs of the pious |
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| âSometimes the curses of the godless sound better than the hallelujahs of the pious.â |
Among typical examples of camouflaged sacredness would be a sentence presented in the following hyperlinked edit ************* (parental supervision advised). The sacral outflow of the same excitement of the author of the edit would be most likely something like âHallelujah!â HroboÅ mused that it would be interesting to examine and find out which of the two types of manifestation of the sacred amazement would eventually show the greater depth of awesome tribute and authentic praise.[2]
References
- â Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis. Confessions of Augustine (Latin). The Stoa Consortium. Retrieved on 30 Apr 2016. âFecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum donec requiescat in te.â
- â 2.0 2.1 Zuzana Bukovská (23.august 2014). Kazateľ Ján Bohdan HroboÅ (Slovak). Cirkevný zbor ECAV Martin a tyzden.sk. Retrieved on 29 Apr 2016. âpri ÄÃtanà ⦠štúdià Mircea Eliadeho porozumel, že sacrum, teda túžba duchovnosti a svätosti je Äloveku vlastné a ako také sa nikdy nemôže celkom vytratiÅ¥, len sa âzamaskujeâ: âPoužÃva sekulárne výrazy, formy, ale ,žasnutie', potreba toho, Äo ma presahuje, je rovnako silná, ba možno eÅ¡te silnejÅ¡ia ako v tradiÄných formách svätého.â K teoretickej úvahe hneÄ pridáva âtrochu drastickú skúsenosÅ¥ s tým skrytým, zamaskovaným ,svätým' doslova z dneÅ¡nej ulice.â Pred kostolom na Memorandovom námestà v Martine sa dal do reÄi so zvedavým mladÃkom. Rozprával mu o cirkevnom zbore, o kostole, o Bohu. âMôj neÄakaný hosÅ¥ sa oprel o brániÄku a sústredene poÄúval. Po mojom vysvetlenà sa zmohol na slovo obdivu a úžasu. Jeho komentár s pokrútenÃm hlavy a presvedÄivým prÃzvukom, že to, Äo poÄul sa ho hlboko dotklo, znel: ,Kurva!' Prijal som to ako náboženský prejav v surovo sekulárnej forme. Sakrálna forma by povedzme bola: ,Haleluja!' Bolo by zaujÃmavé vyskúmaÅ¥, v ktorom prejave by sa dala nájsÅ¥ väÄÅ¡ia hĺbka posvätného úžasu.ââ
- â Wilhelm Busch (2001). Jesus our destiny. Brunen Publishing. ISBN 0-86347-024-6. âThe other man was not a very commendable person. More or less a crook - a black-marketeer, a smuggler, or something along those lines - he was on the fringe of society. (The Bible calls him a "publican"; in other words, a tax collector.) Struck by the solemnity of the place as he came in, the poor fellow was overcome by fear. Keeping close to the entrance, he thought, "This is no place for me. The lively atmosphere in the pub around the corner suits me a lot better. I feel at home in the pub, but I don't here!" He was just about to take to his heels when he suddenly remembered why he had come to the place. He had a deep longing for God. (Aren't we all in the same state? Longing to go back home, longing to go back to our Father?) No, he could not turn away! Nor could he go forward. As memories of the type of life he had led flooded him, he could only wring his hands and murmur this short prayer: "God, have mercy on me, a sinner." The Bible says that at that very moment the hosts of heaven began to sing for joy. A man had found life!âÂ
- â Eric Metaxas (2011). "8. Berlin 1931â32", Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy. Thomas Nelson, 120. ISBN 978-14185-56341.Â