You are my gate

You are my gate

The gate for me to God, that’s you. Only through my faith in you, my unique neighbor, do I make God’s kingdom become real. That’s what Jesus shows us by raising a paralytic, taking his bed under his arm on God’s Sabbath. “It’s Sabbath, you can’t carry your bed,” is the simple reaction of the Jews. It is too simple. Love for God’s Word always passes through people.

You, my neighbor, are my way, my truth and my life. When Jesus said, “Whoever believes in Me has eternal life,” He didn’t mean it absolutely, but relatively: everyone who truly believes in his or her neighbor has eternal life. Human love is God’s love.

Jesus never intended to take over God’s place. He rather wanted to clarify with all his heart, all his mind and all his strength that people are the only gateway to God for one another. He gave his life to make us understand this. That’s divine.




Today I am reborn,

I who have crucified you;

yes, your hands, nailed down,

Lift me up to joy.


My dusty, ashy body:

You embalm it, make it one;

You, whom I let wither.


Still from the silent grave

You appeal the peace in me.


Perfectly Broken

Perfectly Broken

Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration


I am absorbed in You,

You are consumed in me.

Now I may have my eyes on You,

now my pain has turned.

Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration


Perfectly broken Son of man,

purely crushed flesh and blood,

unblemished suffering heart:

that’s where I am embedded in.


Your longing for the Father,

Your pain and Your love

are concentrated in

this small piece of bread.

I don’t touch it, Lord,

I only look.

That’s how I keep the hunger,

that’s how I keep the hope.