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 .
How did the world ever get into a situation to “organise” another world war in the lounge rooms , towns of others?!
Many politicians and journalists were shedding tears of joy , that the Arab spring is here and well-well what became of it , a cruel winter ! Those weapon-manufacturers who were providing the arms, the munitions by the tons , from the profit they made , are they going to help in the rebuilding as well ? The governments after these dreadful business deals from the raked in taxes could spend it on healing the wounds , after all it could be easily worked out what profit did they make on the deals, as in theory every bookkeeping even for states is official, should be discernible !!!!
I received this letter years ago from Markó Piroska ! It says a lot about her beautiful spirit, her love for the children ! A lot of people do not even accept their own child, Piroska took care of other people’s children and even during her holidays she loved , cared for them as her own ! Often I pray that children growing up in their own families receive so much love , care, time spent with them as they do growing up at the Saint Francis Foundation, received from her, and the carers who accept them, take them in !
At her funeral her children though nobody asked them, took the cross, the wreath and brought it to the grave !
Rest in peace dear Piros ! With prayer and love,
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