Siópa Pefímoso
2025
Imagine you’re on a boat. A tiny boat. It’s just barely big enough to carry your few friends and yourself. You’re out on a trip back from an exhausting day, minding your own business, and suddenly, while you are half way where you want to be, you see this tower of clouds approaching. It catches up on you, and before you know it, you’re about to die. Your tiny nutshell of a boat is failing, and you know, because, as a sailor, you have seen the sea’s relentless wrath many times before, you’re done for, and so is everyone that is with you. The suffocation that inevitably awaits you has been one of your life’s worst nightmares.
Then this guy from the back stands up, scolds you for being afraid, speaks a single line of words, and the only thing you are left to listen to, is the gentle dripping of droplets coming down from the sail above you that was about to be torn to shreds. The sun shines in your face. What would be running through your mind?
Siópa Pefímoso.
“Silence! Be still.”
Imagine you’re on a boat. A tiny boat. It’s just barely big enough to carry your few friends and yourself. You’re out on a trip back from an exhausting day, minding your own business, and suddenly, while you are half way where you want to be, you see this tower of clouds approaching. It catches up on you, and before you know it, you’re about to die. Your tiny nutshell of a boat is failing, and you know, because, as a sailor, you have seen the sea’s relentless wrath many times before, you’re done for, and so is everyone that is with you. The suffocation that inevitably awaits you has been one of your life’s worst nightmares.
Then this guy from the back stands up, scolds you for being afraid, speaks a single line of words, and the only thing you are left to listen to, is the gentle dripping of droplets coming down from the sail above you that was about to be torn to shreds. The sun shines in your face. What would be running through your mind?
Siópa Pefímoso.
“Silence! Be still.”
How I wish that once I found my steady source of hope, the storms of life would cease to affect me. But the reality is, for as long as I live, there will be another flurry of bitter darkness around the corner, aiming to bring me to my knees, wherever I go. I have only to look at it, and it will submerge me in its wake.
I have a choice. A choice to love, instead of fear. To mend instead of maim. It depends on one thing alone. My focus. Is it set on the abyss below, or the single unbreakable string that keeps me afloat?
Hope.
A hope Beyond Storms.
How I wish that once I found my steady source of hope, the storms of life would cease to affect me. But the reality is, for as long as I live, there will be another flurry of bitter darkness around the corner, aiming to bring me to my knees, wherever I go. I have only to look at it, and it will submerge me in its wake.
I have a choice. A choice to love, instead of fear. To mend instead of maim. It depends on one thing alone. My focus. Is it set on the abyss below, or the single unbreakable string that keeps me afloat?
Hope.
A hope Beyond Storms.
I didn’t see a way out of the misery I got myself into. Not just because it seemed futile to continue whatever it was that I was doing, but because I knew, that by the standards I held sacred, I deserved every bit of it. I screwed up.
There was one thing I didn’t understand. These standards were … screwed up themselves. They were towering over me like a medieval teacher about to beat the crap out of a child. I came to realize, it was never meant this way. What I believed in, was the foolish echo of misguided fake saints.
In a profound moment of clarity, the meaning of divine grace became evident to me, and it is as simple as a single word. Tetelestai. It is finished.
In a single moment, any guilt I could ever amass on my head, has been vanquished once and for all, and all I have to do to live in this freedom, is to see that it has been done, and it will never have to be done again.
I didn’t see a way out of the misery I got myself into. Not just because it seemed futile to continue whatever it was that I was doing, but because I knew, that by the standards I held sacred, I deserved every bit of it. I screwed up.
There was one thing I didn’t understand. These standards were … screwed up themselves. They were towering over me like a medieval teacher about to beat the crap out of a child. I came to realize, it was never meant this way. What I believed in, was the foolish echo of misguided fake saints.
In a profound moment of clarity, the meaning of divine grace became evident to me, and it is as simple as a single word. Tetelestai. It is finished.
In a single moment, any guilt I could ever amass on my head, has been vanquished once and for all, and all I have to do to live in this freedom, is to see that it has been done, and it will never have to be done again.