„Gott ist nicht mehr tot. Gott lebt.“ – Antwort auf „Die fröhliche Wissenschaft“ von Friedrich Nietzsche, Fragment 125.

Gott ist tot. Er war tot. Gott ist auferstanden. Gott ersteht aus den Trümmern, in denen Nietzsche, Nihilismus und Existentialismus, Modernismus und Relativismus ihn zu begraben versuchten.

Aber jetzt steigt Er wieder auf. Jetzt pocht und schlägt das Herz Gottes, das makellose Herz seiner Mutter. Jetzt sehen wir die Auferstehung Gottes. Jetzt ist Gott nicht mehr tot. Jetzt, wo die Kirchen wirklich leer sind und zu Gräbern Gottes geworden sind, wie Nietzsche prophezeite, jetzt, wo in Rom, im Vatikan, ein falscher Papst regiert, jetzt, wo die Welt in der Macht der Täuschung Satans lebt, jetzt, wo Gott wieder aufersteht und Er lebt wieder und wahrhaftig in den Herzen derer, die nie aufgehört haben, nach Ihm zu suchen. Er lebt in der Fähigkeit des Herzens, Gott zu finden und seine Stimme zu hören. Er lebt in der Kraft des Zuhörens derer, die Ihn suchen.

Gott verbirgt sich vor der Mehrheit, offenbart sich aber den Wenigen. Gott lebt im Geringsten, aber Er lebt mit einer neuen Intensität, die selbst die meisten zu fürchten beginnen

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