In the midst of the young people, an old man suddenly appears at our Tiny House at the Liborifest in Paderborn. When I briefly go into the House, he follows me. With deep eyes he looks at me and pronounces my name loudly. I look at him. I know him, but I don't remember his name. He helps me with his name. We last met in Jerusalem 33 years ago. "How good it was that you followed your heart and stayed with what was growing there. I have followed the colorful activities at the Tiny House for quite some time. Here speaks the life of a living honest togetherness, for which I also lived. How good that you didn't follow the mainstream and did it the way others wanted you to do it!" Astonished and struck, I stand there. His words hit and move my heart very deeply. I feel how much God is at work. He tells me about fractures in his life. He has brought with him a woman who is in a wheelchair. We start talking about the wooden figure of Liborius, which has been newly installed in the crypt of Paderborn Cathedral. Together we understand: "Not who has always lived morally exemplary is holy before God, but who has trusted the most!"
