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Thanks be to Him.

Gather up the fragments that remain

that nothing be lost.

Come in.

Good morning.

I was just passing.

The Lord be with you.

What?

The Lord be with you.

Thanks.

Are you...

Do you not know me?

Are you the son of the house?

I am a mason.

I build houses,

but people refuse to live in them.

Do they?

They want to build for themselves.

They want to, but they cannot.

And so they live,

some in unfinished huts,

others in ruins,

while the greatest number

wander homeless.

Are you one who needs a house?

I am the new pastor.

- My name is...

- My name is Jesus of Nazareth.

Jesus...

How can you prove that?

Thou man of faith,

who himself lacks faith.

People believe in the dead Christ,

but not in the living.

They believe in miracles of

two thousand years ago.

But they do not believe in me now.

I am come again to witness

for my Father in heaven

and to work miracles.

Miracles no longer happen.

Thus speaks

my church on earth.

The church that has betrayed me,

murdered me in my own name.

Here I stand,

and again you cast me out.

But if you nail me to the cross

a second time,

woe unto you.

This is quite dreadful.

Is it you, Anders?

- Hello, Peter.

- What do you want?

Have you some sewing to be done?

- Not that.

- What, then?

Well, Anne and me...

I've come to ask you if I may marry her.

No. Definitely not.

- Couldn't we ask Anne?

- No.

- Why not?

- There's no point.

- Aren't I good enough?

- No, Anders, you're not good enough.

What's wrong with me?

The problem is that

you are not a Christian.

- I'm not a Christian?

- No.

Not what we down here understand

by a Christian.

I'm as good a believer as you

and Kirstine.

But not of our faith,

that's what I look for.

You'd better leave,

we're holding a meeting.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. Regards to the family.

- Hello.

- Hello and welcome.

Hello and welcome

in the name of the Lord.

Hello.

Hello and welcome.

Please come in and have a seat.

Hello, Pastor.

I'm the eldest son, Mikkel Bergen.

- Hello.

- Welcome to Borgensgaard.

Thanks. Many thanks.

- Have a seat.

- Thanks.

I expect everyone's out.

- Would you care for a cigar?

- No, thanks.

- Have you met anyone else?

- Yes... your brother, perhaps.

- Johannes?

- Yes.

- I hope he didn't offend you.

- No, no...

But was he born like...

We don't like to talk about it,

but I can tell you.

Something happened.

- Was it love?

- No, Kierkegaard.

How?

Well, Johannes was studying theology,

and it was going very well,

but then he became enmeshed

in doubts.

- It was too much for him?

- Yes.

A blow for the family.

Yes, you want to help,

but there's nothing you can do.

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