Sunday, April 08, 2007

Páscoa


Páscoa quer dizer passagem. Expandindo o conceito, a data comemora a fuga dos judeus, do Egito para a Terra Prometida, no Antigo Testamento, passando de um contexto de escravidão, para um outro, de plena liberdade.
No Novo Testamento, a Páscoa marca os últimos dias de Jesus na sua condição humana, passando pela humilhante morte na cruz, um sacrifício extraordinário, - pouco entendido em sua dimensão completa, inclusive por muitos cristãos - até a Ressurreição, na forma de um corpo glorioso, um fato que contém a verdade das verdades, não sob uma rubrica meramente "simbólica", discursiva, mas sob o impacto estonteante de uma outra vida possível, transcendente, vertical, incompreensível para os adoradores daquele outro mundo possível, horizontal e politicamente correto...
Aí vai um belíssimo trecho de Chesterton:

"It was well that the tomb should be sealed with all the secrecy of ancient eastern sepulture and guarded by the authority of the Caesars. For in that cavern the whole of that great and glorious humanity which we call antiquity was gathered up and covered over; and in that place it was buried. It was the end of a very great thing called human history; the history that was merely human. The mythologies and the philosophies were buried there, the gods and heroes and the sages. In the great Roman phrase, they had lived. But as they could only live, so they could only die; and they were dead..."

"And if there be any sound that can produce silence, we may surely be silent about the end and the extremity; when a cry was driven out of that darkness in words dreadfully distinct and dreadfully unintelligible, which man shall never understand in all the eternity they have purchased for him; and for one annihilating instant an abyss that is not for our thoughts had opened even in the unity of the absolute; and God had been forsaken of God..."

"On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realized the new wonder; but even they hardly realized that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth, and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn."

Feliz Páscoa a todos!
Imagem: Cristo no Juízo Final, obra-prima de Michelangelo, na Capela Sistina, Vaticano.

Marx, o Groucho
e Oriane

2 comments:

Clau said...

It is said that on this day,
the ideal of the good man, and
of total surrender met total
cruelty on a cross. And, so,
the archetype of the perfect
heart was born.

His death more than any other
symbolizes liberation. Not only
the giving up of the body, but
also the giving up of the spirit.

On the cross of renunciation we
not only surrender the flesh, but
our beliefs, and spiritual hopes,
as well. In this way, we die to our
past, and to the future, and, so, weare resurrected to this very moment that floats in emptiness like a star.

Feliz Páscoa para vocês

Beijos

Um Anarquista said...

Prezada Senhora:

Gostei do seu Blog. Só não entendo porque a senhora informa que:"Somos Anarquistas" se não é. Ninguém precisa dar atestado de nada.
Mas eu vejo Elitismo e não Anarquismo.
Cada um entenda Anarquismo como quiser. Mas eu li tudo. Até gostei. Mas não é anarquismo não.