Do we accept with a degree of resignation ourselves , our surrounding , the world such as it is , the way others are forming, shaping it , or do I become with self-determination  , constituting , forming force ? Do I take my own fight for freedom in my hand or do I let myself become a drifter in the everyday ?! 

Our Lord warns us to be vigilant in today’s gospel , because in reality we do not really know neither the day , nor the hour when will He knock at the door! How ready am I that with my head raised high , joyfully , peacefully to open the door of my life wide to my Lord , God ?

The Feast of the Visitation of Mary to Elizabeth- In this chaotic world despite all problems , illness life is going  on in its own  channel , well -well , even if not with a sickle , but the harvest has really started , the gathering of the God-given precious produce ! 

31 years in the service of God….with heartfelt gratitude ….from all of us

Dearest Father Csaba may God be your guide in the future as well as you reached this special miles stone.

...the gate is narrow and the road is hard that leads to life, and there are few who find it.”

Matthew 7, 12

Immediate euthanesia - when we want to be freed from a life that became a burden , unnecessary , superfluous and using some  form of medical intervention , medication is unacceptable ! 

One morning during a summer vacation somebody pressed the doorbell, one of our daughters came back to our home. She jumped with joy embracing  my neck asking: "When are we going for camping?" The little girl wanted very much  to go home to her parents after the long schoolyear. 

Is there any chance at all ,that the weak man could conquer the great evil spirit ?

On the last day of the year a gentle knock attracted my attention . A very unassuming ,smiling woman was standing at the entrance of the monastery . She came from Kismuncsel that is roughly 30 km from Déva from an abandoned mining settlement, this mother of four, in trouble, of Hungarian background but no longer speaking a word in Hungarian.

A few years ago around Easter time I was at a slum district near Déva. We took gifts for the poor ! A young man came up to me and asked me to bless his house. He was youngster aged between 16-17 years , I even asked him did the house belong to his parents . He proudly answered “no” , this one was built by him. In this area there were around 30-40 such small huts: this boy also collected the stones , pieces of bricks and built a tiny house . From the outside it looked ramshackle , but on the inside the walls were nicely smoothed down , and on one of them with blue letters a “scribbled” writing saying: “Welcome my darling wife ! “ I looked at him with widely opened eyes , then he told me that during the night his tiny daughter was born . The day after tomorrow he is going to the hospital to bring them home into their little house .

I visited three of our children who were spending their vacation in Vajdahunyad . I stood shocked in the doorway of the simple garage made out of concrete. After my eyes got used to the semi-darkness I closed the rough iron door behind me. Deep inside the garage on a convertible sofa-bed the grandmother, the mother and the three children were huddled  up together .The father kindly invited me in and offered me a place . I embraced Robika aged ten, Maria aged twelve and the thirteen year old Petra .