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Spiritualiteit In Gesprek Met Stories



Die Gesprek

'n Voorlesing uit Chris Barnard se 'n Man Kom Tuis.




Elemente Uit Die Gesprek



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'n Joodse verhaal:

Toe die stigter van Hasidiese Judaïsme, die groot Rabbi Israel -shem Tov, sien dat tragedie die Jode bedreig, was dit sy gewoonte om na 'n sekere deel van die woud te gaan om daar te mediteer. Daar sou hy 'n vuur aansteek, 'n spesiale gebed sê, en die wonderwerk sou gebeur en die tragedie sou afgeweer word. 

Later, toe sy dissipel, die gevierde Maggid van Mezritch, om dieselfde rede geleentheid gehad het om by God in te tree, sou hy na dieselfde plek in die woud gaan en sê: 'Meester van die heelal, luister! Ek weet nie hoe om die vuur aan te steek nie, maar ek kan nog steeds die gebed sê, 'en weer sou die wonderwerk gebeur..

Nog later sou Rabbi Moshe-Lei van Sasov, om weer sy mense te red, in die woud ingaan en sê: 'Ek weet nie hoe om die vuur aan te steek nie. Ek ken nie die gebed nie, maar ek ken die plek en dit moet voldoende wees. ” Dit was voldoende, en die wonderwerk het gebeur. 

Toe val dit op Rabbi Israel van Rizhin om tragedie te oorkom. Hy het in sy leunstoel gesit met sy kop in sy hande en met God gepraat: 'Ek kan nie die vuur aansteek nie, en ek ken nie die gebed nie, en ek kan nie eens die plek in die woud vind nie. Al wat ek kan doen, is om die verhaal te vertel, en dit moet voldoende wees.”

En dit was voldoende.

Want God het die mens gemaak omdat Hy lief is vir stories. 


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Musiek

Ballade: 'n Eenvoudige lied, veral een wat 'n (ou) verhaal vertel. (HAT)

Leonard Cohen se Ballad Of The Absent Mare is 'n baie mooi voorbeeld.

In verwerkings en opnames deur ander kunstenaars, soos hierdie een deur Jennifer Warnes, word dit dikwels Ballad Of The Runaway Horse genoem.



Gaan kuier weer vir daardie oom van jou wat sulke goeie stories vertel. Lees 'n storie, luister na een.  In ons stories lê ons spiritualiteit. God is lief vir stories.


Met liefde. Ons kan nie anders nie.


George & Matilda



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