Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil.

Hi Boyz, I am in Seoul, it is already midday.

Today our scripture to memorize is Ephesians 6,16. In all circumstances, hold faith as a shield, to quench all (the) flaming arrows of the evil one.


So far we have girded our loins in truth. We surround ourselves with truth. The truth is no other than the Word of God, so we strive that lies, in other words the things the world holds attractive, what the pagans believe, and the worshippers of money preach should not loosen the belt around our waist, otherwise our pants may fall. Or even if our pants don't fall, our souls will be trapped, eyes become blind, ears deaf, and we believe every profound truth that TV ads, the National Geographic Channel and other reliable sources of information tell us.


We also know already that we are to be clothed with righteousness as a breastplate. We have to work on becoming good, and do good deeds, to be able to stand before men. Of course, our good deeds will not be enough to make us stand before God, no matter how many we do, because of the original sin that contaminated us, and that is why Jesus had to die for us on the cross, so that we can become truly right and go to heaven.

The third ingredient of the armour of God is the footwear, readiness for the gospel of peace.
We go where the Lord is leading us, and whatever we do we do it for the greater glory of God.

Today we will learn to hold faith as a shield, to quench all (the) flaming arrows of the evil one.
The flaming arrows of the devil are all the thoughts that burn our souls and nothing can soothe it, but faith. The questions that have no answer only by faith. The desires that cannot fulfill anything but the Lord.

Faith is a gift of God, so we have to ask for it, we are not able to generate it ourselves. The one who tries to generate faith from himself becomes superstitious. Superstition is when we attribute power to something that does not have it. for example if someone believes that the medal can save him from harm is superstitious. The one who believes that the saint depicted on the medal can save him from harm is a believer. He has faith.

Faith is the acceptance of facts that the mind cannot comprehend but since God revealed them we accept them. One example is to believe that the bread and wine during Mass becomes the real flesh and blood of Christ. No 21st century research will prove that the wafer made of whie flour and water, and the wine are the living body and blood of Christ, moreover, in every single church of the earth, 24 hours a day, wherever they say Mass.

However, if I rely on my own intellect or on the intellect of chemists and researchers who are much smarter than me, instead of the God-given faith, I am locking myself in a small room, created by myself and the above mentioned chemists and researchers, and do not allow the Lord to place me on a wide plain.

The will of the Lord is that those whom He gives faith will stand on a wide plain, crawl out of the narrow cave that all those smart ones including me created, where the limits are set by the limited minds and intellects of these above mentioned smart ones.

So what is it that faith will protect us from? From our own enclosedness, own finite, perishable, narrow limits. And faith places us out in the freedom of God. Everything is possible for the one with faith.

What are you choosing? Your own smartness or God's silliness? Your own comprehendable easy-to-understand, user-friendly explanations, or God's unexplainable incomprehensiveness?

I believe that God is sitting in heaven on a decorated chair and the earth is the stool under His feet. Also I know that He is Spirit and has no body. Jesus on the other hand, resurrected in the body and His Virgin Mother was also taken up in body to Heaven, and now she is the Queen of heaven, and the serpent, the devil is under her feet. Also, my dad now, or shortly, after we prayed him out of purgatory, will eat nice food and drink wine with the Lord in Heaven. If I listened to my mind, I would say it is nonsense. Where does vine grow in heaven? And who makes the wine? And why does God need a stool if He does not have feet?

And if God does not have hands, how can we sit on His palm even now although we have not even died yet?

This is why I rather choose faith that frees my spirit from the little cave of my intellect and allows me to accept facts that are much bigger than me. This is why I say with that old fellow from the Bible: Lord, I believe, help my unbelief!

So today let us learn to hold the shield of faith, if we do not have it, let us ask for it to get free from our cages.
Lots of love
Mom!

Sziasztok Sracok!
Seoulban vagyok, mar del van.
Ma a tanulnivalo Szentiras a kovetkezo:

"Mindezekhez vegyetek a hit pajzsat, amellyel kiolthatjatok a gonosz minden tuzes nyilat." (Efezus 6,16)

Eddig mar folvettuk a derekunkra az igazsagot, ami azt jelenti, hogy korbevesszuk magunkat igazsaggal. Az pedig az Isten igeje, es igyekszunk, hogy a hazugsagok, vagyis azok a dolgok, amiket a vilag vonzonak tart, amit a poganyok hisznek, amit a penz hajszoloi hirdetnek, ne tudjak megbontani a korulottunk levo igazsagot, mer akkor gyenge lesz az ov a derekunkon, es leesik a gatyank. De ha a gatyank nem is esik le, a lelkunk csapdaba esik, latasunk homalyos lesz, fulunk suket, es elhiszunk minden butasagot amit a tv reklamok meg a National Geographic Channel es egyeb kutfok mondanak.

Azt is tudjuk, hogy fol kell vennunk a megigazulas vertjet, vagyis jo cselekedetekre kell torekednunk. hogy az emberek elott is megallhassunk. Azt ugye tudjatok, hogy akarmennyi jocselekedetet is hajtunk vegre, Isten elott akkor sem vagyunk teljesen OK, mert az eredeti bun megrontott minket is, ezert aztan muszaj volt Jezusnak meghania ahhoz, hogy az eredeti buntol is megtisztulhassunk majd es bemehessunk a mennybe.

Harmadik alkatresze az Isten fegyverzetenek a saru, vagy cipo, a labunkra fol kell vennunk az evangelium hirdetesere valo keszseget. Vagyis oda megyunk csak, ahova Isten vezet minket, es barmit teszunk, csak az o dicsosegeert tesszuk.

Nos, ma a hit pajzsat vesszuk a kezunkbe, hogy kioltsa az ordog minden tuzes nyilat. Az ordog tuzes nyilai azok a gondolatok, amelyek egetnek, mint a tuz, es nincs rajuk enyhules, csak ha hiszunk. Azok a kerdesek, amelyekre nincs valasz, csak a hit altal. Azok a vagyak, amelyeket semmi nem tud kielegiteni, csak az Ur.

A hitet Isten adja, ugyhogy ezt a pajzsot bizony kernunk kell, magunk nem vagyunk kepesek hinni. Aki maga akar hinni es eronek erejevel hisz, az csak babonas lesz. A babona azt jelenti, hogy valaminek erot tulajdonitunk, aminek valojaban nincs. Pl. aki azt hiszi hogy egy nyakaba akasztott szentkep megvedi ot a bajtol, az babonas. Aki azt hiszi, hogy a szent vedi meg ot a bajtol, annak hite van.

A hit azoknak a dolgoknak az elfogadasa, amelyeket nem tudunk esszel folmerni, de mivel Isten kinyilatkoztatta, elfogadjuk. Ilyen peldaul az, hogy a misen a kenyer es a bor tenyleg Krisztus teste es vere. Semmifele 21 szazadi tudomany nem fogja tudni bebizonyitani, hogy a feher lisztbol es vizbol keszult ostya Krisztus elo teste volna, vagy a bor ver volna, raadasul a vilag osszes templomaban egyszerre, mindig napi 24 oran at, ahol csak miset mutatnak be. De ha ebben az esetben a sajat intellektusunkra, vagy esetleg nalunk okosabb vegyeszek es tudosok intellektusara hallgatunk az Isten adta hit helyett, akkor magunkat egy pici szuk szobaba zarjuk csak be, es nem engedjuk, hogy Isten tagas terre helyezzen minket. Neki ugyanis az a celja a hittel, hogy az, akinek adja, tagas terre keruljon, kimasszon a sajat vagy mas okos tojasok alkotta kis szuk barlangocskabol, ahol sajat illetve ezen okos tojasok esze es ertelme szabja meg a hatarokat.
Vagyis mitol ved meg minket a hit? A hit sajat bezartsagnktol, sajat veges, mulando, szuk korlatainktol ved meg, es kihelyez minket Isten szabadsagaba. Minden lehetseges annak, aki hisz.

Nos, mit valasztasz? A sajat okossagodat, vagy az Isten butasagat? A sajat felfoghato magyarazataidat, vagy az Isten megmagyarazhatatlan felfoghatatlansagat?

Hiszem, hogy az Isten az egben tronol, a fold laba zsamolya, pedig azt is tudom, hogy az Isten lelek, akinek nincs teste. Jezus viszont testben tamadt fol, a Szuzanyat testben vittek fol a mennybe, es most o a mennyorszag kiralyneja, es laba alatt tekereg a kigyo, a satan. A nagypapa pedig vagy mar most, vagy miutan kiimadkoztuk ot a tisztitotuzbol, ott fog lakomazni es borozni az Urral a mennyben. Ha az eszemre hallgatnek, azt mondanam, mindez hulyeseg. Hol terem a mennyben szolo? Kik csinaljak a bort? Es hogyhogy Istennek kell samli, amikor nincs is laba? Es ha Istennek nincs teste, akkor keze sincs, hogyan ulhetunk mi az o tenyeren mar most, pedig meg meg se haltunk?

Ennek ellenere, vagy inkabb eppen ezert valasztom a hitet, amely kiszabaditja a szellememet az esz szuk kis kalitkajabol, es engedi, hogy befogadjon olyan tenyeket is, amelyek sokkal nagyobbak nala. Ezert mondon egyutt azzal az oreggel a Bibliabol, Uram, hiszek, segits hitetlensegemnek!

Nos tehat ma tanuljuk meg folvenni a hit pajzsat, ha nincs, kerjuk, es akkor kiszabadulunk a ketrecunkbol.

Millio puszi

Anyatok

Daddy and Me

Art of life

Art of management, art of child raising, art of cooking, art of anything. It is a trend, or becoming one to call a good practice art. When you enjoy it, do it well and others like it too, they label you an artist.

Is there anything in an artist that is more than the others? The ones who are not labeled as artists? Maybe they can do it better than the others. They have the mastery of whatever they are doing. They create more value then others.

Anyway, I do not care about art that much. I want to write about you and your art. You have lived so far competing with the world, spending most of your energies becoming the best in every single area you entered. Best student, best youth leader, best teacher, best musician, best expert in your field. In all the areas you consider important, you superseded everyone.

In other areas you have not started competing yet.

How about trying to become the best in everything? Have a dog? Want to try to be the best dog-owner? Married? How about being the best spouse? Have children? Won't you try to be the best parent? Are you a Christian? Don't you want to be a better Christian than all the others?

You are a child of God. How about becoming His favourite?

It would be real art. Art of life. You, the Leonardo da Vinci of living. Remembered and revered, loved and imitated by all. This would be the greatest gift you could give to the world. To be better than us, so that we can all be inspired by you, follow and imitate you.

Miért mondjátok nekem, 'Uram! Uram!', ha nem cselekszitek, amit mondok?
(Lk 6,46)

Girls like to be kissed

Girls like to be kissed.

It is better to suffer doing good, if that be the will of God, than for doing evil. (1 Peter 3, 17)

On Boundaries

We really do not like them. "Thou shalt do this! Thou shalt not do that! You must obey the traffic lights. You must pay your taxes. You must not covet your neighbor's wife. You must not kill (unborn babies either). You must not work on Sabbath but keep that day holy for the Lord. "

They make our lives narrow, don't they? I can't do what I want on Sunday, for example can't make money, because some ancient law scribbled on some stone tablet by God (?) and later copied by Moses (?) says so.

For the Christian, they do widen the perspectives.

Is that because all Christians are so narrow-minded that even God's laws or the commandments of the Church seen wide in comparison?

Not at all. Christians are not that narrow. They are smart enough to explain the commandments and laws as they find convenient. But what do these smart Christians achieve by that?

When the smart Christian decides to "widen" the meaning of the law by being modern or culturally appropriate, what happens is, he in fact establishes the new boundaries of his own freedom instead of the ancient freedom of God's boundaries. And what kind of freedom is this new one created by the smart Christian?

It does look like freedom most of the time. Thou shall not divorce, unless .... (unless you are King Henry VIII and badly need a male heir).
Thou shall not work on Sundays but go to church unless... (you live in a pagan country where the clients want you to work on Sunday, and you are panicking anyway from the economic downturn).

This is of course very understandable. You also may believe that God loves you so much that He gave this commandment to make sure you have one day for rest and recreation, which include churchgoing and a bit of prayer. So you either decide that your health is just fine, or accept the idea and do that on a Tuesday instead when most Mongolians do not want to do any business anyway, because it is a "bad day." (But then of course you don't go to church on Tuesday, or do you?)

Well, when God gave the Ten Commandments, he gave them not because he wanted the Jews to have a day of recreation, but to separate them from everyone else, and make sure that at least every seventh day they think of Him and talk to Him and listen to Him. Otherwise they would not have done that. Would have forgotten.

And is there anything more painful for a lover than when his beloved would not talk to him or even think of him for weeks?

So guess what. When you work on the Sunday instead of going to church you do not necessarily commit a grave sin if you sanctify Tuesday instead. Or Wednesday. But then when another, non-superstitious client wants you to work on Tuesday or Wednesday, you immediately forget that your Sabbath is on Tuesday, you revert it to Sunday, and happily go out to make some more business on Tuesday, don't you?

Yes, you are making business, but fail to make witness, fail to be a testimony of God's love and your own faith. Nobody knows you are a Christian. Even if they know that you are a Christian, because you once mentioned it, they think Christians are just like everyone else, because, let us face it, you ARE like everyone else, who for example work on Sundays. Or Tuesdays.

SO why did I start it with boundaries? I have some news for you. By explaining away God's boundaries, and choosing your own freedom, you simply choose another set of boundaries... your own. And if you compare yourself with God, your finiteness with God's infiniteness, guess which which will be narrower.... Your freedom or God's limits?

You know why? Because the Lord can "set you on a wide plain," and in fact He would like to do that, if only you kept His commandments. He will choose a much better client for you, and bless your incomes with a bigger business, one who accepts that you keep the Sabbath, if only you accept His blessing.

He will give you strength, money and a bigger apartment if only you accept all the babies he wants to give you, if only you accept them all and not force your wife to practice contraception...

But what do you choose? You may choose your own freedom created by your little, finite mind, or God's boundaries, created by His infinite love. It is up to you.

But then everything is related, is it not? Do you think your decision affects only you? Bad news. It affects everyone under your authority, your wife, your children, your employees, your clients, your future grandchildren and who knows how many generations?

You already eliminated so many generations of sons and daughters from your own family just by not allowing them to be conceived. So they are not and will not be. By refusing to accept the boundaries of God you hold your own umbrella above your children and wife and everyone who knows you to keep them safe. They all stay under your umbrella. You keep them safe. And dry. And unblessed.

Treasure for Today

Today I was changing the kitchen tablecloth. While I was carefully shifting mugs and other items to one side so that I can spread the new tablecloth on the other side of the table, I saw that the little plate where I had previously placed three gummy bears was empty. I was not sure if I dropped them while cleaning or the children had taken them, so I shouted towards the boys'room, "Have you all eaten your gummy bears? "

As I was shouting I felt such a warmth and gratefulness. I, Judit, am a person who can casually ask a question like this, "Have you all eaten your gummy bears? " This question is part of my life, it just occurs during my daily routine. Not everyone is so blessed.

So this is my treasure for today. By the way, the boys have had their gummy bears, one each.

I did not drop them.

You are my only one!

My children look at me for signs of favour all the time. In fact, they are trying to discover who may be my favourite, secretly hoping that it is him.
I told them I did not know about having a favourite among them, so it is unlikely they can discover anything.
Tonight I kissed them goodbye and told each "Sleep well my only one." Well it sounds much better in Hungarian.... There is one word for the "my only one" bit derived from the word "ONE." They looked at me funnily, and Misheel remarked, it is bad math, mom, there are three of us.
So I told them each separately again, "Sleep well my only one." I think they got it.

These pictures were taken after we arrived at Ulaanbaatar airport 5 a.m. on Easter Sunday after a whole day and night's travel, and were waiting for Mr S. to come and pick us up. Our flight was early, and he thought it would be late....

Praying for my Children

Anand, Misheel, Anar

I asked Anar one day how he imagines his future. He told me about various things, that he wants to live with his brothers until they get married, and to be a scientist studying dinosaurs or maybe he will make movies. He was not sure whether he would marry himself. "You know, mom, I am not that interested in girls just yet. It may change of course." The next day I kept thinking about what he had said, and could not help feeling that something was missing. It took me a while to realize that he did not mention Jesus in his future life.


I have to admit that we never taught him to speak about Jesus like that, so why would he. Although we always try to consider our actions and every aspect of our life from the viewpoint of God, we rarely speak about Him. So now I do pray every day for the boys to be more conscious of their need of Jesus in their lives. I also teach them to view their lives and their actions in a more Jesus-conscious way.



Just an example. This morning at breakfast Misheel mentioned with great relief that two English-Mongolian brothers who used to sit in the same school bus with them have moved to Britain. He was genuinely happy about it. "They are such nasty kids, and unloving brothers," he said.



So I asked them what the other boys in the school bus would say if we all suddenly moved to Hungary. Would they be happy that the "nasty Hungarian brothers are gone?" Or would they be sorry a little? I asked them if other boys would like to be their friends or rather want to avoid them? They did not answer, because they know that some of the other children would have quite mixed feelings about them. Finally I asked them what they thought about having a fourth brother with them all the time. They looked at me wondering, probably thinking about our miscarried babies, and eventually asked if I was pregnant again. I said, no, I was thinking of an elder brother for them, the Lord Jesus. Then they all ran out to catch their school bus.

I have forgotten how to log in...

These are the boys in the Hungarian National Museum, posing in front of an Roman Tombstone. We have had lovely times in various museums, the Zoo, the Oceanarium and at friends' places.
To explain my long absence from my own blog....
I actually forgot how to post on my blog, so I could only read my own writings until now. It was much better this time, because some previous occasions I could not even read it. I know some people think it is quite hilarious. Well. I am embarrassed, because it is not for the first time. Tonight I miraculously remembered how to do it, but I am not so sure it will happen next time. :-)
My friend, Daja has a new baby again, it is so wonderful. I would like to have one too. Daja makes me want to have at least one natural home-birth in my life.

It is only five days that we have left here in Budapest, then we are going home to Mongolia. The Easter Bunny will bring us home on Sunday to Mr S. in his basket with a few eggs and stuff.
My children bought tons of toys and books, and to tell the truth, so did I. Aeroflot allows only twenty kilos per person, and I still need to find some sturdy boxes.

The trees were blooming too.


This is at a Metro station. Isn't it lovely?

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