»Gorje vam, ker ste podobni pobeljenim grobovom.« (Mt 23,27).

Trde so te besede, kdo jih more poslušati. Jezus me primerja pobeljenemu grobu. Navzven sem še kar. Uredim se, da bi zgledal svetel in privlačen, sprejemljiv za druge. Jezus me v trenutku sezuje vseh utvar in vasezaverovanosti v svojo večvrednost, namišljeno dobroto, pobožnost in poštenost. Prav žaljivo mi je slišati, da sem kot grob, prostor smrti in strupa. Povabiti me hoče v zavedanje moje notranjosti. Iz nje namreč izvira pohlep, sovraštvo, zaničevanje, oholost, nasilje… Jezus joče, ko gleda, kaj počnem sam s seboj in z vami. Nisem sin in nimam vas za brate, za Očetove ljubljence. Ker me ljubi, On bolj trpi kakor jaz. Želi me prebuditi. Naloži si mojo hudobijo, strup in smrt. Na križu mi pokaže kaj dela iz sebe in iz drugih, ko verjamem zlu in hudobiji. Obuja me in želi biti moj dom. Tudi tvoj. Ti v Njem in On v tebi. Vsi eno.

"Woe to you, for you are like whitewashed tombs." (Mt 23:27).

Hard are these words, who can listen to them. Jesus compares me to a whitewashed tomb. Outwardly, I am still quite something. I arrange myself to look bright and attractive, acceptable to others. Jesus instantly strips me of all illusions and self-confidence in my own superiority, imaginary goodness, piety and honesty. It is offensive for me to hear that I am like a tomb, a place of death and poison. It wants to invite me into the awareness of my interiority. For it is from within that greed, hatred, contempt, nakedness, violence... Jesus weeps when he sees what I do to myself and to you. I am not a son, and I do not have you for brothers, for beloved of the Father. Because He loves me, He suffers more than I do. He wants to awaken me. He takes upon Himself my wickedness, my poison and my death. On the cross, He shows me what He makes of myself and others when I believe evil and wickedness. He awakens me and wants to be my home. It is yours too. You in Him and He in you. All one.