Gospodine, Ti i danas hodaš ovim svijetom

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Gledam Te, Gospodine, kako prolaziš bos po pustinji svijeta, tih i blag, da ne prestrašiš one koji žive u strahu, one koji su izgubili nadu i zaboravili da su ljubljeni.

Hodaš polako, kao da osluškuješ svaki uzdah ranjenoga srca, svaku neizgovorenu molitvu i svaki tihi vapaj duše koja čeka da bude pronađena.

Gledam kako Tvoje haljine zapinju i kidaju se na bodljikama zla koje je zarobilo one kojima dolaziš u susret.

Kao da želiš da budu istrgane poput njihovih, da im budeš blizak, da osjete kako nisi došao kao gospodar koji sudi, nego kao Otac koji traži svoje dijete.

I divim Ti se, Gospodine.

Divim se ljubavi koja se ne boji ljudske tame, koja ulazi tamo odakle svi odlaze, koja kuca na vrata srca i onda kada ostanu zatvorena.

Gledam Tvoje ruke koje ih grle i umiruju dok drhte od straha zbog svojih djela.

Ruke pune nježnosti, ruke koje ne odbacuju, nego privijaju na svoje srce i liječe rane koje nitko drugi ne vidi.

Gledam Tvoj pogled koji ih blago susreće i bez riječi ljubi, opraštajući im sve.

U tom pogledu nema osude, samo milosrđe.

Nema prijekora, samo ljubav koja čeka da čovjek ponovno povjeruje da je vrijedan biti ljubljen.

Sjedaš pokraj njih na pod da bi im bio blizak, da bi bio njihov.

Ne uzvisuješ se nad njihovim padovima, nego ulaziš u njihovu bol, u njihovu samoću, u njihovu noć.

I vraćaš im osmijeh i nadu, vraćaš im snagu da ustanu, da krenu dalje, jer si s njima i jer hodaš ovim svijetom.

Hvala Ti, Gospodine, što ne prestaješ tražiti čovjeka.

Hvala Ti što se ne umaraš ljubiti, opraštati i čekati.

Hvala Ti što si prisutan ondje gdje Te mnogi više ne traže, što dolaziš onima koji misle da su izgubljeni zauvijek.

I hodaš, Gospodine, i dalje...i dalje...

Jer mnogi Te još trebaju.

Mnogi Te još čekaju u tami svojih rana, u samoći svojih grijeha, u pustinji svojih života.

A Ti im dolaziš.

Tiho. Ponizno. Strpljivo.

Kao ljubav koja nikada ne odustaje.

Kao Bog koji i danas hoda ovim svijetom.

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Lord, You Still Walk Through This World Today

I watch You, Lord,as You walk barefoot through the desert of this world,quiet and gentle,so as not to frighten those who live in fear,those who have lost hopeand forgotten that they are loved.

You walk slowly,as if listening to every sigh of a wounded heart,every unspoken prayer,and every silent cry of a soulwaiting to be found.

I watch as Your garments catchand tear upon the barbed thorns of evilthat has imprisoned thosewhom You come to meet.

As if You desire them to be torn like theirs,so You may be close to them,so they may feel that You did not comeas a master who condemns,but as a Father searching for His child.

And I stand in awe of You, Lord.

I stand in awe of a lovethat is not afraid of human darkness,a love that enters placesfrom which everyone else walks away,a love that knocks on the doors of heartseven when they remain closed.

I look at Your handsas they embrace and calm themwhile they tremble in fearbecause of their own deeds.

Hands full of tenderness,hands that do not reject,but draw souls close to Your heartand heal woundsthat no one else can see.

I watch Your gazemeeting them with gentlenessand, without words, kissing them,forgiving them everything.

In that gaze there is no condemnation,only mercy.

No reproach,only a love that waitsfor a person to believe once againthat they are worthy of being loved.

You sit beside them on the ground so You may be near them, so You may be one of them.

You do not raise Yourself above their falls,but enter into their pain,their loneliness,their night.

And You return their smile and their hope,You give them strength to rise,to keep walking,because You are with themand You still walk through this world.

Thank You, Lord,for never ceasing to seek humanity.

Thank You for never growing tiredof loving,forgiving,and waiting.

Thank You for being presentwhere many no longer seek You,for coming to thosewho believe they are lost forever.

And You keep walking, Lord,still...and still...

Because many still need You.

Many are still waiting for You in the darkness of their wounds, in the loneliness of their sins, in the desert of their lives.

And You come to them.

Quietly. Humbly. Patiently.

Like a love that never gives up.

Like a God who still walks through this world today.