Saturday 19th January 2008

His mother educated him to metaphysics  telling him fairies about human features of the moon.

 

La Carmelite whispered him, mysteriously: we have to reelect the same mother superior. She is a nurse. Got it?

 

“For the religious dimension compromise is inadmissible; instead ethics of responsibility, that is politics, needs compromise.”: Massimo D’Alema.

Objection: politics as responsibility, religion as irresponsibility?

 

Religious ethics must be capable of compromise, beyond fundamentalism, if it does not want to be ethics of angels.

 

His life is an encyclopedia of mystics graces.

 

For years he went to the cinema in the evenings, always for reasons of anthropological intelligence.

He was handsome. He was object of the most incredible advances, even warm breath on his cheeks and girls’ legs rubbing against him, while they were flirting with their own boyfriends .

 

Sexual pureness after love was everything for the prophet.

 

These diarist notes are offered with increasing impulse to the Loving Trinity, to the Three Lovers.

 

The Swiss evangelical was deliciously evangelical, met during university years. So open to be devoted to S. Anthony and to invoke for his help all the times she left the keys. Saying nothing to the pastor. She adopted a child, wanting him to be a minister of Christ either as a priest or pastor.

She closed the rubbish bag with elegance, conscious of the christic value of garbage men.

 

She gave the young prophet this wonderful prayer:

 

Lord Jesus,

Help me to only accomplish Your desire.

What You want has to happen.

And the way You want it, I want.

Lord, when You want, that is the time.

When You want, I will be ready, now and forever.

Lord, what You want, I will accept

And what You want is a gain for me

I only ask to be Yours.

Lord, because You want it, it is good,

And because You want it, I am courageous.

In the nest of Your hands my heart.

 

He gathered all his strength and cried for help, while his heart desperately invoked the          Merciful. A man came out form the nothingness, who dived grabbed him and disappeared. Without that humble and most lay act the church would have lost his greatest prophet.

 

During university, after the Council, he knew spiritual  obscurantism, but he never gave up praying.

 

Monsignor Ferrari loved him paternally. When he went away monsignor D’Erchia destroyed, step by step, programmatically, obsessively, enviously his conciliar pastoral. The future prophet with a bunch of priests, indignant  turned to Paul VI though the good intentions of a Benedictine father of the Roman curia. Paul VI, loyally, sent back a letter,  in object, to the curia in Monopoli. It was a massacre.

 

A priest, who has the reputation of being a mystic in the diocese,  like a coward, as always, abstained. The above presbyter is the delight of all the pious women of the town.

 

He was faithful to celibacy, not to its law, but to the implacable motion of God. He was faithful, often spending a lot of energies, to the extreme limit, heroically. But God blessed and still blesses this fatigue opening him the mystic room of the Throne.

 

The most various clothes flew around, in the bedroom prepared for the novice, in the house, in Turin, of the charismatic couple.

They flew around, impossible to catch, while the novice-prophet was difficulty dealing with his bag. He soon understood that it was the funny and naughty act of his Lord. And smiled at Him

This article is available in Italian too