Thoughts on the way from Flueli-Ranft to Kaiserstuhl

From the diary of the pilgrim James

I continue on toward Lake Lungern. Motorcyclists race past me as I begin the climb up the Obwalden side of the Kaiserstuhl on foot. I encounter countless wayside crosses and votive chapels. They are references to the customs and religious traditions of early Catholic Switzerland. I'm reminded of "Höll-Käru," the man from the Napf region who lives in his little valley home and is therefore associated with hell. His boisterous laughter, his mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and his deep fear of God deeply impressed me years ago. "Life is good in my hell. God has always been kind to me," he told me as he left, pointing to a small shrine directly below his farm—"my patron saint."

Food for thought

"Brother Klaus's personality, modesty, and willingness to sacrifice, as well as his deep relationship with his courageous wife Dorothea, impress me and accompany me."

In Paradise:
A rich man died and awoke in paradise. A lavishly laid table promised truly heavenly delights. And everything cost only one franc, it was said. The man thought of his great wealth and rejoiced with all his heart. But when he wanted to pay, people shook their heads: "With us, only the money one has given away counts." Then the man became sad, for he was suddenly destitute. He had given nothing away in his life.
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