A friend bought an old Prussian domain house in the Mark Brandenburg and renovated in style. He added - "though" the Lutheran Confession - established a chapel and asked me to bless them. This was the occasion for a trip with a mutual friend in the East.
We visited Beesley, a typical Brandenburg town with a central parade ground, which is used outside of practice hours as a market square, right angles of streets where the houses as the "Tall Guys" set, and a Gothic brick church.
This church, St. Mary's , we wanted to visit. But she was - Lutheran Confession - closed. As a cyclist came and spoke to one of us, whether we were from the company X. - No. - Then he was sure of Mr Y. - Not that either. But if he could tell us how you came to church. - Yes, he had the key in his pocket.
So we had a "Pamper Package" God reached: the man, Mr. Knut Krueger is, since 1968 Member of the local presbytery (as the Prussian Protestant misleadingly called his church council).
The man is a hero: He was in GDR times in pure private initiative to save the magnificent church started. In celebration evening work was the decline stopped and started the rebuilding - now is the roof covered. Otherwise, the church is practically naked - brick, white windows, gravel floor.
We entered the room. I skip all description, and this picture says it all:
I whispered to his friend: "Here they would again celebrate the Traditional Mass!"
heard Mr. Krueger that, his eyes flashed. Had he heard correctly? We celebrate church anniversary in 2011 and had come up with the idea to celebrate this occasion a religious service, as it was customary for the edification of time.
I hope he can convince those responsible. After over an hour in which he us the work explains shown the sacristy with late medieval frescoes and used as a church aisle with a St. Christopher picture from the 1950s, (that these helpers is revered to the sudden death of the Lutherans, is still pleasing !) Mr. Krueger asked for my card. He seems to have taken seriously ...
sacristy
table thanks to a benefactor who made possible the restoration of the tower clock. Note the scribbles (even the small, written in pencil ...).
evening we were sitting in the parlor of the village (the operator has no tavern license ...). When the locals got around that a real Catholic priest in the village was. They ranged from fear of the Incarnate and curiosity. The older man next to I always took me by the arm. He probably wanted to see if I was real ... was a young man whose father was a convinced communist and atheist, was not available for religious themes. No curiosity, no Anknüfungspunkte. Dead is dead - end. Sad.
Afterwards I learned that in the village about this "event" language. 40 years DDR in the depths of Protestant Prussia are quite an mortgages ...
