Ben Becker hat in diesem Interview auf einen Song hingewiesen, den ich vorher noch gar nicht kannte: “He’s alive” von Dolly Parton. Very moving.

Ich bin vor allem deshalb kein begeisterter Kirchgänger, weil ich jeder emotionalen Gemeinschaftshandlung zunächst kritisch gegenüberstehe. (Trotzdem ich bei manch diesbezüglich herausragenden PR-Aktivitäten durchaus ins Wanken gerate.) Der Schalter steht auf Religion = Privatsache.

Und das macht mich noch um so kritischer gegenüber all diesen mit MG-Schüssen und Judenhass gespickten Allahu-Akbar-Veranstaltungen im arabischen Raum, bei denen religiöse Schlachtrufe dazu genutzt werden jede Vernunft auszuschalten.

Wenn aber in den USA bei einer Entertainment-Veranstaltung (mit einer auch ganz sicher völlig abgewichst-professionell agierenden Dolly Parton) alle in einem völlig positiven Zusammenhang ihren gemeinsamen Glauben zelebrieren, dann lässt das auch hier kein Auge trocken. Wirklich sehenswert (Text unter dem Video):

The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound
Half in hopeless sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breaking through
To drag us all away

And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
So I hurried to the window
Looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers’ feet

But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told me where she’d been
She said, “They’ve moved Him in the night
And none of us know where!
The stone’s been rolled away
And now His body isn’t there!”

We both ran towards the garden
Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and empty tomb
Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where they’d taken Him
Was more than I could tell

Oh, something strange had happened there
Just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldn’t lift me very high
‘Cause I’d seen them crucify Him
Then I saw Him die

Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything I’d promised Him
Just added to my shame
When at last it came to choices
I denied I knew His name
And even if He was alive
It wouldn’t be the same

But suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room
And Jesus stood before me
With His arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And I just clung to Him and cried

Then He raised me to my feet
And as I looked into His eyes
The love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt and my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I ever had
Just melted into peace

He’s alive! Yes, He’s alive!
Yes, He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive! Yes, He’s alive!
Oh, He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive! He’s alive!
Hallelujah, He’s alive!
He’s alive and I’m forgiven
Heaven’s gates are open wide
He’s alive! He’s alive! He’s alive!
I believe it, He’s alive!
Sweet Jesus!

Your response: