Natal DJBC 2025
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NATAL DJBC 2025
Tema: "Allah Hadir Untuk Menyelamatkan Keluarga" (Bdk. Matius 1: 21-24)
Sub Tema:
"Kehadiran Kristus Membawa Terang bagi Keluarga PWK Bea Cukai untuk Berkarya dengan Kasih dan Integritas"
bagi keluarga, institusi dan masyarakat
Pelayan Firman:
Pdt. Dr. Drs. Markus A. Simanjuntak M.th
Hari Natal merupakan perayaan kehadiran Allah dalam Yesus Kristus yang lahir di tengah umat
manusia, termasuk di tengah keluarga kita masing-masing. Kita percaya bahwa karya
keselamatan Allah terjadi dan dialami di tengah keluarga kita.
Matius 1:21-24 mendorong kita untuk terlibat secara aktif dalam menjadikan keluarga sebagai tempat Allah hadir dan melaksanakan karya penyelamatan-Nya bagi umat manusia. Keluarga adalah tempat di mana suami dan istri mengambil peran yang setara dan bertanggung jawab terhadap pasangannya, anak-anak, dan siapa pun yang Tuhan tempatkan dalam keluarga. Keluarga adalah Gereja terkecil, tempat di mana kasih Kristus pertama-tama dihidupi.
Kiranya, dengan perayaan Natal ini, kita kembali mengalami kehadiran Allah yang menyelamatkan. Biarlah rumah kita, keluarga kita, menjadi tempat di mana relasi dengan Allah dan sesama dipulihkan, harapan dinyalakan, kasih dikuatkan, dan iman diteguhkan. Biarlah setiap anggota keluarga merasakan bahwa Allah sungguh hadir, menyertai, memulihkan, dan menyelamatkan kita.
Ibadah dan Perayaan Natal DJBC 2025 akan menampilkan paduan suara, drama natal, dan persembahan pujian dari unit kerja dan purnabakti. Tidak hanya itu, anak-anak juga akan merasakan sukacita Natal melalui acara khusus yang diisi dengan panggung boneka dan penampilan kreatif mereka. Seluruh rangkaian kegiatan ini dilaksanakan untuk mempererat rasa kebersamaan dalam memaknai Natal di tengah keluarga besar DJBC.
Ibadah Natal
Melalui Ibadah Natal ini, kita semua diajak untuk merenungkan makna kelahiran Kristus yang menjadi sumber pengharapan dan kedamaian. Kita akan bersama-sama mendengarkan Firman Tuhan yang akan membimbing kita untuk lebih memahami dan menghayati kasih-Nya dalam kehidupan kita sehari-hari.
Drama Natal
Drama Natal akan menghadirkan kisah karya Allah untuk menyelamatkan keluarga dan perjuangan manusia untuk hidup kudus dalam pimpinan Tuhan, melalui perpaduan cerita, musik, dan gerak yang penuh makna. Para pemain dari unit kerja DJBC akan mempersembahkan penampilan yang menghidupkan pesan Natal kehadiran Allah di tengah-tengah keluarga.
Panggung Boneka Anak
Untuk anak-anak, panggung boneka akan menjadi wahana yang penuh sukacita, di mana kisah Natal disajikan melalui karakter boneka yang lucu dan penuh warna. Dengan panduan cerita yang ringan namun mendalam, anak-anak akan diajak memahami makna kasih dan kebahagiaan Natal, menjadikan momen ini sebagai pengalaman berkesan yang akan selalu mereka kenang.
Ucapan Kasih
Mari sampaikan pesan sukacita Anda untuk mempererat tali persaudaraan di momen indah ini.
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The room is a perfect circle of black marble. A single spotlight illuminates two chairs. One is ornate, gilded, empty. The other is simple, steel, occupied by MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN, 40, still wearing the pristine white thawb he died in. He looks impatient.
Across from him, CROWLEY WOLF, 50s, dressed in a threadbare velvet smoking jacket, paces slowly, holding a small, leather-bound director's script. He stops, turns, and his voice booms, filling the vast, empty space.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Not shouting, but with immense, theatrical volume)
You're late. The curtain rose an eternity ago. You think power makes you immune to time? Here, time is the only critic that matters. And it has found your performance... lacking. You're playing the role of "Crown Prince." Act like it. Sit up.
Mohammed shifts, his arrogance a physical shield.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I do not answer to stagehands. I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. This... interrogation is a mistake. A grotesque misunderstanding.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Waving a dismissive hand)
Mistake? There are no mistakes, only bad choices followed by worse acting! "I am the Crown Prince." The line is delivered with the conviction of a man reading a shopping list. Again! From the entrance! You sweep in! You own the room! You are the vessel of a nation's destiny! FEEL IT, YOU BLITHERING INCOMPETENT!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Icy)
I am the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia. My destiny is not a matter for your... amusement.
CROWLEY WOLF
(A cruel smile)
Better. A flicker of something. Not belief, but the memory of it. Good. We can work with that. Let's talk about your props. Your toys. This... "Directed Weapon." Don't look at me like that. We have the schematics. We have the usage logs. We have the encephalograms. I want the monologue. The scene where you, the great visionary, describe your creation. The soliloquy of the god-maker. Go!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
It was a tool for national advancement. A shield. A way to...
CROWLEY WOLF
(Slamming his script down)
NO! NO, NO, NO! "A tool"? "A shield"? That's the dialogue of a bureaucrat, not a king! You didn't build a shield, you built a throne for the mind! You stole God's lightning and used it to rewire souls! Now, DESCRIBE IT! What did it feel like? The first time you used it on yourself? The euphoria? Tell me about that feeling!
Mohammed's composure cracks. A memory surfaces, unwanted.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Quieter, almost a whisper)
It was... clean. Like the moment after anesthesia, but with perfect clarity. No grogginess. Just... light. A motivation that didn't end. I could run for hours. I didn't need to sleep. One press... and the deepest sleep. Movies weren't on a screen, they were... real. Music wasn't sound, it was... a color. A feeling of being loved by the universe itself.
CROWLEY WOLF
YES! SEE? THAT'S ACTING! The truth! And what else? What did it do to your perception of the little people? The ones outside your skull?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(A flicker of the old arrogance)
It clarified things. It showed me what was... necessary. The distance between me and... others. They became... smaller. Insignificant. Like insects scurrying on the pavement kilometers below. Their concerns... microscopic.
CROWLEY WOLF
Magnificent! The god-monologue! Now, the next scene. The difficult one. The casting call. You have this divine tool. You need a court. A government. But the best minds, the strong-willed, the ones who might actually help you... they see you for what you are. A tyrant. They wouldn't come. They wouldn't love you. So what did you do, my brilliant casting director? What kind of actors did you settle for?
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
My advisors were chosen for their loyalty. Their commitment to Vision 2030.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Leaning in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial boom)
LOYALTY? Don't lie to me, I can smell the mediocrity from here! You couldn't attract the lions, so you trained the puppies! You took the weak-willed, the ambitionless, the men who saw power as a paycheck instead of a burden... and you used your weapon on them, didn't you? You spent years with your secret service, not building a government, but breaking minds! Forging affection from fear! Tell me about that process! How did it feel to know the men sitting at your table only loved the electrical impulses you forced into their skulls?
Mohammed stands up, shaking.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
That's enough! You know nothing! Security required it! The smart ones, the critical ones... they would betray me! They would question! It was safer! It was the only way to protect the nation from...
CROWLEY WOLF
(Laughing, a loud, echoing sound)
FROM WHAT? FROM COMPETENCE? You were afraid, little prince! Afraid a man with a spine might look at you and see a fraud! So you surrounded yourself with echoes! With puppets whose strings you pulled, and now you have the weakest government in Saudi history, a house of cards built from broken minds! You sit in meetings, don't you? You look into their eyes, and you know! You know you had to dial down their charisma, their confidence, just so they wouldn't outshine you! You have to listen to their thoughts because you don't trust their words! You're not a king, you're a paranoid zookeeper!
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
(Slumping back into the chair, broken)
I... I did what was necessary.
CROWLEY WOLF
You did what was easy. Now. The final scene. The one that earned you this stage. The private performance. The young student. What was her name? The one you practiced on.
Mohammed flinches as if struck. The room suddenly feels colder.
MOHAMMED BIN SALMAN
I... there is no one.
CROWLEY WOLF
PLAY THE SCENE! You are not Mohammed bin Salman. You are her. LAYLA. A 21-year-old architecture student. You feel a presence. A pressure in your mind. It feels like... love. But it's wrong. It's invasive. It tells you that you want this. That you want him. Describe it, Layla. What did he do to you?
Mohammed's eyes widen. He's no longer on the chair. He's curled on the floor. His voice changes, higher, trembling.
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
It started with... dreams. Happy dreams. About him. I didn't even know who he was. But I loved him. I wanted him to notice me. I started dressing... differently. I felt this... need.
CROWLEY WOLF
And then? The night he came to you. Not in person. Through the machine. What did that feel like, Layla?
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Writhing, sobbing)
It was like... fire. But good. So good. My body... it wasn't mine. It was his instrument. He played me. The pleasure was... agony. It went on for hours. I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to stop it. He made me love it. He made me love being... violated. He broke my will and replaced it with his own desire.
CROWLEY WOLF
AGAIN! FROM THE MOMENT YOU REALIZED IT WASN'T LOVE! IT WAS A PRISON!
MOHAMMED/LAYLA
(Screaming)
The fire! It was real fire! It's burning! IT'S BURNING!
The black marble of the room begins to glow red. Veins of orange light crack across the walls. The air shimmers with heat. Mohammed scrambles away from the growing heat, but there is nowhere to go.
CROWLEY WOLF
(Standing over him, his voice now impossibly calm and clear)
There is no exit. This is the stage. This is the audience. You wanted them to feel your power. Now you will feel their pain. Every Layla. Every broken advisor. Every citizen you saw as an insect. You will feel their terror, their violation, their hopelessness, their despair. You will feel it all. Forever. Your performance is finally... honest.
The flames engulf Mohammed's form. He screams, but the sound is not his own. It's a chorus of a thousand voices, all screaming in unison.
Crowley Wolf watches, unblinking. He nods slowly, a single, definitive gesture.
CROWLEY WOLF
Circle Seven. Violence. The role is yours. Play it well.
He turns and walks away into the darkness as the screaming continues, the single spotlight finally winking out, leaving only the burning, inescapable light of the performance.
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