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- Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
The following collection in 4 volumes contains just over 60 short stories, each short story is based on a biblical passage from the New Testament like a parable and is applied to our time. A short time to catch your breath, a short time perhaps to reflect, a short time perhaps to delve deeper. Although Christ used everyday life for his parables they still leave a deep impression today. They are easy to remember with a hidden important message that we discover when we think about them. I invite you to take a deeper look at them and recognise the relevance for our everyday lives today.
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Index
1 The Golden Dark Neighbor
2 Debtor Domino
3 Managed Services
4 The Glass Fist
5 The Greatest Small One
6 Frozen Donation
7 Rocky Sand
8 The Insider
9 Power of Abuse of Power
10 Remorseful Penetrance
11 Too Close Neighbor
12 Wrestle With Death
13 Miscalculation
14 The Cross We Each Have To Bear
15 6+1, A Magic Formula
16 Perpetuum petition – Petitioning perpetuum
1. The Golden Dark Neighbor
It was a gray, autumnal day. In the sky, the wind was driving heavy clouds, down on the ground it was whirling up leaves until it was tired of them and heedlessly left them lying. Remnants of fallen leaves clung to the paths, not yet soaked with water from the last rain. Their surface was a slippery sludge.
People hurried through the pedestrian zone towards the covered section of a shopping arcade, seeking shelter from the cold wind. There were benches in front of the stores in the arcade where people could take a break from the stress of shopping. Parents sat together with their children, stuffing their faces with hamburgers and chips, young girls eagerly tucked into sweet scoops of ice cream, boys dug their teeth into kebab sandwiches.
In the middle of the passage, a woman hurried through the hustle and bustle. From time to time, she glanced restlessly, nervously to the side, repeatedly down at her shopping bags, also keeping a constant eye on her handbag. Her breathing was rapid, kilos of groceries hung from her slender hands, bottles rattled against each other in cloth bags, as if to give the woman a bell to make her way through the crowd. Slowly the crowds thinned out, this part of the shopping mall had the most attractive stores, most people were milling around the various stores, only a few were sitting on the benches.
The woman's eyes flickered. Her gait began to sway around a straight line, an imperceptible spin moved the woman's body to the right. She stopped, everything around her began to spin, her body joined the rotation. She tilted violently to the right, gave herself a push in the opposite direction, leaned exuberantly to the opposite side and collapsed to the ground.
Bottles shattered, a red liquid escaped from the cloth bag and spread a sweet, alcoholic scent. It happened right in front of an expensive boutique, the shop windows overloaded with displayed furs, fashionably cut winter collections and handmade leather boots.
The owner stepped outside, having taken in the situation at a glance.
Already drunk in the early morning, he muttered and disappeared back into the store.
Shortly afterwards, he reappeared with a broom in his hand. He swept up the food that had fallen out of the bags and pushed it under a bench, not wanting to expose it to the eyes of the distinguished customers.
He looked around briefly in all directions, only a few people were nearby, busy with themselves, not paying attention to him, not paying attention to the woman.
He seized the opportunity, held the broom inconspicuously in front of the woman and pushed the female body behind a flowerpot so that it was no longer in front of the boutique and could no longer be seen from there. Then he turned around and disappeared behind the glittering shop window.
From one moment to the next, the scenario changed. A saleswoman rushed outside from a jewelry store opposite. She looked around briefly, a fraction of a second, but long enough to take in the situation and assess the attention of the few passers-by. The sweet smell of alcohol was still wafting from the polished granite slabs. The woman quickly located the source of the familiar, but at that moment unwelcome, odor.
Next to the entrance door stood a billboard. Golden watches, diamond-studded rings, glittering pearl necklaces were depicted, the billboard cleverly placed in the passageway so that it automatically drew some of the stream of passers-by into the store.
With a quick movement, the woman turned the billboard and pushed it in front of the reclining female body, from whose proximity the alcohol vapor was still rising. The reclining human form was now squeezed between the flowerpots and advertisements, displaced by a ghostly hand, barely visible to the shoppers on either side of the stores.
The flowerpots were surrounded by benches, an artificial oasis of calm in the hustle and bustle. A corpulent mother, holding a seven-year-old girl by the hand, placed her massive body on the wooden surface. The fat woman's body was already dressed in winter clothes, here in the covered, heated passageway, her body was sweating and expelling the excess heat with panting breath.
Someone is lying there, said the child. The mother did not react.
A woman is lying by the flowers...
Now the woman turned around and discovered the prostrate human being for herself. Most of the scent of the cloud of alcohol had evaporated, but the woman had a fine, culinary nose and noticed the scant remains.
I'll buy you an ice cream, she said curtly and stood up.
Is the woman asleep? The mother nodded.
Then we'll have to cover her up.
No, it's nice and warm in here.
And if she's not asleep? Then why is she lying here?
She's asleep, you don't understand that yet.
What do you mean?
Some people sleep outside. They just want to. And now stop chattering.
They both walked in silence to the nearest ice cream parlor.
Oh my goodness, the man burst out, what's wrong with you?
He was tall and strong, broad shoulders, his thick hair braided into ringlets, colorful clothes clinging to his black skin. The man pushed the advertising wall aside and knelt down next to the prostrate woman.
Is there something wrong, madam?
The woman opened her eyes, one of which opened just a crack. Her speech consisted of slurred words, barely understandable. She tried to reach for her handbag, but her arm wouldn't obey her.
Stay calm, said the man in a low, gentle stream of speech. Stay calm, I'll take care of you.
He lifted the woman onto his shoulders, straightened up and hurried through the passage. After 50 meters he passed drunken men, their hair cut extremely short. He immediately caught their eyes.
Keep your dirty hands off the woman, one of them shouted at him.
At the same time, he loosened the leash in his hand, at the end of which a dog was crouching. Growling, the animal leapt forward. Undeterred, the black body hurried on, spotting the sign of a doctor's surgery ahead. His steps quickened, he ran when he reached the stairs, hurried up the steps and rushed into the surgery.
The receptionist immediately recognized the situation.
Follow me, she ordered and hurried into a treatment room. Put the woman on the couch and I'll call the doctor.
The rest took its predetermined course.
Probably a stroke, the doctor said to his assistant, call an ambulance.
Is there anything else I can do? asked the black man.
