{"id":14921,"date":"2019-03-17T11:20:59","date_gmt":"2019-03-17T10:20:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/?p=14921"},"modified":"2019-03-17T11:21:01","modified_gmt":"2019-03-17T10:21:01","slug":"nadej-z-pocutia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/?p=14921","title":{"rendered":"N\u00e1dej z po\u010dutia"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Sedel som pri piecke pod oknom a z tmy som sa d\u00edval na bielu ulicu. Prech\u00e1dzali po nej opilci. Kr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fac do kr\u010dmy a z kr\u010dmy sa postrk\u00e1vali na z\u013eadovatenej ceste. Rehotali sa a pospevovali si ako deti, ktor\u00e9 sa ni\u010doho neboja a o ni\u010d sa nestaraj\u00fa. Ako milenci, ktor\u00fdm sama t\u00e1to chv\u00ed\u013ea sta\u010d\u00ed k \u017eivotu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mo\u017eno maj\u00fa v\u0161etko. A mo\u017eno nemaj\u00fa ni\u010d. Ani n\u00e1dej. Len ka\u017edodennos\u0165. Tam a sp\u00e4\u0165. Pr\u00e1zdny a pln\u00fd ako tie poh\u00e1re, ktor\u00e9 im robia spolo\u010dnos\u0165.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

H\u013eadel som na ich cestu, k\u00fdm sa nestratili v tme. A myslel som na to, kto by im mohol da\u0165 n\u00e1dej… \u017ee s\u00fa aj in\u00e9 cesty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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M\u00e1m u\u017e svoje roky, aby som to vedel… \u017ee nie v\u0161etky dni vo\u0148aj\u00fa kvetmi. Nie ka\u017ed\u00e9 r\u00e1no sa slnko uk\u00e1\u017ee. Nie ka\u017ed\u00e1 hviezda, \u010do let\u00ed z oblohy, pln\u00ed \u017eelanie. Nie v\u0161etky lupene s\u00fa biele a nie ka\u017ed\u00fd kvet m\u00f4\u017ee by\u0165 ru\u017ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

M\u00e1m u\u017e svoje roky, aby som to vedel… \u017ee aj tma b\u00fdva. Aj bodliaky. Aj b\u00farka, pred ktorou sa niet kam schova\u0165. Aj slza, ktor\u00e1 nevyschne. Aj jazvy, ktor\u00e9 nezahoj\u00ed \u010das.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mnoh\u00e9 z toho zab\u00fadame, no nie\u010do ost\u00e1va a\u017e do smrti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

S\u00fa dni, ktor\u00e9 by sa mali opakova\u0165 ka\u017ed\u00fdm r\u00e1nom a noci, na ktor\u00e9 by sa u\u017e nikdy nemalo spom\u00edna\u0165. Som toho pln\u00fd: z\u00e1zra\u010dn\u00fdch jaziev a zjazven\u00fdch z\u00e1zrakov. V\u0161etci sme. Nechr\u00e1nen\u00ed. Riskuj\u00faci. A odhodlan\u00ed sk\u00fasi\u0165 e\u0161te raz, \u010di sa u\u017e kone\u010dne z\u00e1zrak nepremen\u00ed natrvalo na stud\u0148u, \u010do nevysych\u00e1, na slnko, \u010do nezapad\u00e1 a na sladkos\u0165, \u010do nikdy nezhorkne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

N\u00e1dej, tak tomu hovor\u00edme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

K\u00fdm ona \u017eije, sk\u00fa\u0161ame, bojujeme, riskujeme a d\u00fafame, \u017ee sa nebo predsa len zmiluje. N\u00e1dej. Ako dobre, \u017ee \u017eije v \u010dloveku.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Opilci zmizli v tme. A ja som myslel in\u00e1\u010d, ako \u013eudia na nich myslia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myslel som na to, kto by im mohol da\u0165 n\u00e1dej… \u017ee s\u00fa aj in\u00e9 cesty, in\u00e9 pravdy, ba slov\u00e1, \u010do znej\u00fa a\u017e za zem, a\u017e na ve\u010dnos\u0165.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A potom som videl Je\u017ei\u0161a ako sa modl\u00ed a ako sa s n\u00edm rozpr\u00e1vaj\u00fa dvaja mu\u017eovia – boli to Moj\u017ei\u0161 a Eli\u00e1\u0161. Zjavili sa v sl\u00e1ve. A z neba zaznel hlas: „Toto je m\u00f4j vyvolen\u00fd Syn, po\u010d\u00favajte ho!“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

„Po\u010d\u00favajte ho,“ doznievalo mi v u\u0161iach a mysli, „po\u010d\u00favajte… po\u010d\u00favajte…“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Po\u010d\u00favajte ho! To len aby bola n\u00e1dej na ka\u017edodenn\u00fdch cest\u00e1ch… t\u00e1 prav\u00e1, skuto\u010dn\u00e1 a jedin\u00e1, na ktorej z\u00e1le\u017e\u00ed, lebo s\u00fa aj n\u00e1deje, ktor\u00e9 iba klam\u00fa, podv\u00e1dzaj\u00fa a ni\u010dia \u010dloveka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Po\u010d\u00favajte ho, aby ste mali n\u00e1dej, ktor\u00e1 je darom a nie naopak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n


Autor:\u00a0<\/em>Vladim\u00edr \u0160tefani\u010d<\/em><\/a> <\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sedel som pri piecke pod oknom a z tmy som sa d\u00edval na bielu ulicu. Prech\u00e1dzali po nej opilci. Kr\u00e1\u010daj\u00fac do kr\u010dmy a z kr\u010dmy sa postrk\u00e1vali na z\u013eadovatenej ceste. Rehotali sa a pospevovali si ako deti, ktor\u00e9 sa ni\u010doho neboja a o ni\u010d sa nestaraj\u00fa. Ako milenci, ktor\u00fdm sama t\u00e1to chv\u00ed\u013ea sta\u010d\u00ed k \u017eivotu. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14921","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-zamyslenia"],"views":933,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14921"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14923,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14921\/revisions\/14923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14921"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14921"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.farnost-strazske.sk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14921"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}