Two seagulls enjoy the Spring sun on our terrace of Villa Paolina
Painting from Sieger Köder
This is my Son the Beloved; with him I am well pleased;
listen to him.
First Sunday of Lent
Jesus was led by the Spirit into the desert
to be tempted by the devil.
Jesus said: One does not live on bread alone,
but on every word that comes forth from the mouth of God."
Das Hungertuch "I am because you are"
"Ich bin, weil du bist" ist ein afrikanisches Sprichwort. Es drückt die Vorstellung aus, dass es zum Wesen des Menschseins gehört, Teil eines Beziehungsnetzes zu sein,
MISEREOR lädt mit diesem Hungertuch zu einem Dialog ein über die Art und Weise, wie Menschen einander näher kommen und miteinander die Zukunft unseres Planeten gestalten können. Wir meinen, dass es mehr Begegnungen auf Augenhöhe und die Teilhabe aller braucht, um die vielfältigen Krisen und Herausforderungen der Gegenwart zu bewältigen.
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Carnival, the merrymaking and festivity that takes place in many Roman Catholic countries in the last days and hours before the Lenten season. The derivation of the word is uncertain, though it possibly can be traced to the medieval Latin carnem levare or carnelevarium, which means to take away or remove meat. This coincides with the fact that Carnival is the final festivity before the commencement of the austere 40 days of Lent, during which Roman Catholics in earlier times fasted, abstained from eating meat, and followed other ascetic practices. The historical origin of Carnival is also obscure. It possibly has its roots in a primitive festival honoring the beginning of the new year and the rebirth of nature, though it is also possible that the beginnings of Carnival in Italy may be linked to the pagan Saturnalian festival of ancient Rome.
From the Boarding School in Lüttich Pauline writes to her Grandmother:
My head is in a whirl today for it is carnival time, and usually in a boarding school things are pretty lively at a time like this. This evening a masquerade ball will take place, and imagine, I do not know yet how I shall disguise myself. I am impatiently awaiting my costume - a Turk - from Aix-la-Chapelle. However, the last spark of hope I have of receiving it is almost extinguished. I am convinced that mother sent it, for she had promised that I would receive it. The ill-fated parcel was supposed to arrive here on Saturday and it still isn't here. Perhaps I might even receive the carnival costume during Lent; and as unpleasant as this would be, I would still have to laugh about it. If my costume doesn't arrive today I shall probably masquerade as an officer or in other words, "a garde civique." However, despite the red cap, the blue jacket and the white trousers, I shall still remain loyal to the black and white flag. Perhaps I shall also wear a black and white ribbon. However, my companions know my Prussian views well enough without this external manifestation. (1832 to her Grandmother)
On February 11, 1836 Pauline writes to her Grandmother:
I have been very busy this week because of a great many social gatherings. Sunday is carnival, but with the beginning of Lent this merrymaking will stop. I can, nevertheless, easily find a little time to converse with you, dearest Grandmother. You are perhaps amused that we wear ourselves out by attending so many parties; yet, that's the way it is - one must submit as one does in all else that is unpleasant. And in order to compensate myself for the evening dinner parties, in which I am dignifiedly bored, I have prepared a diversion according to my own taste for Carnival Monday. That evening we will go to St. Leonard's Institute, masquerade ourselves, dance to our hearts' content with the boarders there, and return home with a cheerful and tranquil conscience. The whole affair will be delightful! An informal dance will be held for the resident students, who will be masqueraded, but haven't the slightest idea that we (i.e. three young ladies who attended school there with me, another charming girl and I myself) will be present. Even the wife of the Councilor Nicolai doesn't know about this; only one of the teachers who will masquerade with us, knows the whole secret. We will represent Gotham's local militia, have our commanders, our big banners, a drummer, our weapons; in short, all that is needed to bring about the effect. As soon as we enter the hall, one of those present who has previously been thoroughly instructed, will play a march so that we can appear in all splendor - Now follow the drills: Turn to the right, turn to the left, march up and down, present your weapons - all by order of the commander! The others will have a good laugh and not really know who we are. What fun that will be! I'm wearing white trousers, a green dress-coat ornamented with gold and father's huge tri-cornered uniform hat - what a dreadful way to murder the father-image - a tie, beautiful patent-leather shoes with pretty little straps, and I will carry a weapon. You really would have to see me! In order not to do anything that might offend people with a delicate conscience, we asked the Councilor if it would be proper to appear in trousers and a dress-coat. The kind answer he gave us is further proof of his liberal views and childlike disposition, such as are seldom found in such distinguished men. He again wrote us a little note and mentioned that he would gladly permit us to appear in these costumes, and he himself asked leave to drive us to St. Leonard's. Moreover he requested that he be permitted to play a little role in the comedy we were planning to present. Last year he also appeared at St. Leonard's in disguise. You can't imagine the joy his answer afforded us. Not only I, but also the others esteem the Councilor as a second Papa and are devoted to him with true childlike confidence. We would gladly go through fire for him. He's the boarders' confessor at St. Leonard's. They had already invited him to the carnival a week in advance, so that he could see them in their masquerade suits, since every feast he attends affords double joy to all the students. I have written about nothing but carnival time. Oh, dear Grandmother, the saying is again true: "Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks." I am very delighted! Don't take it amiss if I appear to be somewhat unbalanced; Ash Wednesday will straighten me out. Goodbye, dear, dear Grandmother. Remember in your pious prayers Your obedient granddaughter Pauline
Let us imitate the meekness of Jesus, his humility, his love, his mildness, his zeal for souls and God’s honor, his spirit of penance. 1855
The cross is the real test of faith, the true foundation and source of hope, the perfect refinement of love, in a word, the way to heaven. 1859
It is precisely the cross which Jesus offers us which we ought to embrace with great willingness and not choose our own crosses. 1843
We must pray for love of the cross. Then frequently we shall see things in an entirely different light. 1855
With a joyful heart endeavor to accept little daily annoyances out if love for God, swallowing them like water. Try it. (1877
In all suffering God sends us he has his wise designs, and to those who love him everything turns out for the best. 1878