There is no peace under olive trees, and for that matter, there is no peace under other trees either. For years, we have felt in our guts that something is wrong with the world.
Everything is messed up - sorry, messed up - we are tormented by the lack of rationality, goodness, insight and love. The war is raging in many places because we need weapons, which, if we have them, must be used at all costs. The will of the peoples to control their own destiny is trampled by the most powerful lord, MAMMON.
Money, the owners of which do not know the measure, "don't know what they are doing", and people, like the toys of daily world politics, continue to wriggle, locked in their fate, many without a spark of hope. Our options for action are few and it seems as if humanity is running out of courage to change its destiny. It has been about five years since, during Advent, waiting for the coming of the Savior, something spoke in me, and I felt that a prayer should be written down. A pleading letter to the Creator. I sent it to one of my terminally ill friends, who posted it on the Internet, and it is said that it has been circulating somewhere on the world wide web ever since. I thought that by making a few minor changes, since a lot of good things have happened to Hungary in recent years, I would introduce them to you as well, in case anyone who believes in the power of prayer would like to take them:
The world is sick, yes, Lord, very sick. Many people see this, but they don't know what to do, Lord. I never wrote you a letter. Because even when I was a child I thought that the request was a great shame for me, even though I didn't know László Nagy's beautiful poem. I'm writing now and asking. Perhaps on behalf of many, and humbly. Punish us no more, Lord! Show us that we are constantly waiting, not for You, for Your coming, but for the roasted pigeon, for things to take care of themselves. Our Advent is endless, Lord, and faithless. We no longer trust our own dignity, we are hopeless and stupid. We believe the words of those who do not have a single true thought. However, a vátez, Frigyes Karinthy, said a long time ago:
"Disgraceful liars have tarnished the honor of words."
So I am asking you, Lord, that in this world order based on fear and intimidation, good will find a place in the sad hearts of people. I know we are unworthy of your love, yet I cry out for mercy. Light us up and give us courage. Tell us to chase the buggers. Help us say enough is enough. Give us strength so that we can preserve our nation, so that we can build in peace, not only us, but all people of good will in the world. For once I will not be modest, Lord! I wish a lot. Give me faith that it is possible and worthwhile to be human, and that life has meaning and purpose. And don't be angry with us for excluding you from Europe either. At least from the Global Union of the Great Scam. You're fine without me, I know, but we're not fine without you. The world is waiting for you, Lord, it just doesn't know it because it's stupid. Forgive him for this. And forgive us, the poor Hungarians, for the fact that there are a few million people here who have lost their past, their heritage, or their culture, or who have been denied it, and who want to leave a hopeless, soulless world to their descendants. You know, our biggest enemy right now is our weakness, don't be angry about that either. There is a reason for this, but I won't explain it.
So give us a Christmas present, but don't look at our stunted desires, but bring us a worthy life. As Albert Wass, whom I greatly respect, writes:
"Appearances are deceiving, God is still the same today./You and the others left him, /and until you return to him on a pilgrimage,/and erase the mistakes of the past:/there will be no new Hungary on Hungarian land./no weeds and garbage create a Nation!/And nothing washes away hatred,/only true love holds together!"
Well, apologies to those who already knew this prayer from my writings published quite a few years ago.
Now, re-reading the text, we can state with some bitterness that not much has changed in the world. A significant part of the mistakes of the past have remained with us. Even now, hate speech is and is being heard regularly, our historical (mostly painful) holidays are regularly being insulted, and those who protest against it are condemned. A part of our country's political elite betrays and sells out our country every day, sometimes with the insidious demagogy of dictatorship, sometimes democracy. The confession "we lied morning, night and night" is still not a crime. Just as it is not the case that a favorable shadow is still cast over the actions of those responsible for selling out and stealing everything, even the land, during the period known as the regime change. Just like the sophisticated tricks of the banks, with which hundreds and thousands of people were sent to beggars. I won't list them, but it is enough that a few governors sent to our country make us feel like our subjects every day, and educate us about how we should live and behave, with whom we should make friends.
And we are waiting. It's okay, we also have a proverb that says "patience grows roses". So we wait, hoping and praying. Whatever happens, let those who want to divide the world again, we will not move. And our faith is a gift to us - let everyone know this. Which is not influenced by some down-to-earth daily events.
Featured image: MTI Photo / Imre Földi
