We kicked out God.

It ‘s a strange story. How very relevant even in today’s time. Jesus arrives in the region of Gadara, and the first inhabitants of this region whom he meets after stepping ashore are two men tormented by an evil spirit. Possessed. No one can help them, and that’s why everyone prefers to avoid them by far. But not Jesus. Despite the fact that, according to the scribe’s record, Jesus did not say a word, the evil spirits immediately understood that Jesus was not indifferent to the fate of the two unfortunates whom they were tormenting. Unlike their fellow tribesmen. Jesus orders the evil spirits to come out from inside the two unfortunate people and allows them to enter, as they requested, into a herd of pigs that were grazing far away. Two men are single. The herd, into which the demons from the two possessed ones had just entered, ran to meet the waves of the raging lake.

As the evangelist Matthew states, she perished in the water. The shepherds, who saw all this, fled in terror and fear to a nearby town and told the story of what they had witnessed a while ago. We can well imagine what was going on in the city after this news. However, the ending of this story explains a lot to us. Instead of joy at the rescue of their two sons, brothers, maybe husbands and fathers, panic rose in the city. Matthew does not mention the welcome of his fellow citizens, who were finally freed from the torment of possession by an evil spirit, but he mentions “the whole city” that went out to meet Jesus to ask him to leave. The material damage they suffered from the drowning of a herd of pigs was probably more important to them than the spiritual gain of the freedom of God’s children, which was given to their two fellow citizens by the Son of God.

Awe are very similar to the inhabitants of this Gadar town. We are willing to accept God only when he does not reach out to our “flock”. If he does not demand anything from us, and after all, not the “sinking” of our sins and iniquities. We choose the security of our imaginary pastured pigs in various forms of material success and exchange it for God’s blessing, which we renounce. How often do we hear the complaint: Where was God when the unsuspecting victims were killed in a terrorist attack? Where was he when a British judge sentenced the innocent little Alfi to death, or when an old Canadian woman, fearing for her life, had to get the words Don’t euthanize me tattooed on her shoulder before entering hospital treatment?

Where was God at this or that disaster? He was where we wanted him. He was beyond our city, country, continent, from where we expelled him. Politely and politely, politically correct, in the language of diplomats and lawyers, we asked him to leave. And we even insulted him vulgarly and threw him out in “artistic clothes”, as happened recently in the theater in Brno. Just as he commanded the evil spirits to come out of the men they were afflicting, we asked him to come out of our civilization. Perhaps it is not too late to come to your senses. Hopefully humanity is not too far on its way to extinction and we will catch up with Jesus and invite him into our midst again.