He visited an Ethiopic family in his dreams, of such a horrible misery, physical and cultural, so to wake up and be disgusted for half an hour.
With a big surprise he noticed that that day’s liturgy was about the poor primacy in the three Sunday pericopes.
Blessed the poor, who, though pursuing justice, avoid violence and turn their misery in humanity unselfishness song.
The possible violence of the poor fall on their exploiters.
I have an Italian pupil, very poor but happy. His eyes!. His parents and grandparents overcome him with love and music. They always dance, even the old grandparents.
The sweet teacher tells him.
That poorest home, only full of old records, with an old gramophone, is the centre of the world.
Those eyes are right.
Beati pauperes.
Inspirations about poverty have overflowed by the Ethiopic dream, by his total disgust.
Before the DC fell down, Carlo Ferrari said clearly to his friends and priests that that party was corrupted and incurable.
When he knew he would become bishop of, he exclaimed: Monopoli?! He ignored its geographic existence. He thought it was the famous game.
He believed the bishops had to merge their powers and gain in quality. He favoured the fusion between the minor seminar of Monopoli and the one in Conversano, and put the successful in the major seminar of Taranto.
When the buffalo, puffed up and arrogant, breaks into the editorial office, the air fills with hate. The journalist of the Gazzetta told him, hinting to the arrived-pushy-archbishop. Whose baroque -leccese figure is well known in all the southern episcopacy ranches.
Damned the rich, because they curse the poor.
Carlo Ferrari included the adult vocations in his diocese, among which the future prophet, in the theological seminar of Rivoli, Torino.
He was allergic to the emphatic and Baroque-like education of the theological seminar of Molfetta, nest of clericalism.
Without Ferrari there would not be the greatest prophet of the history of catholic Christianity.
Ferrari, under his piemontese moderation and sobriety, was a poet. From that spring the children’s carnival gushed forth, pride of his pastoral in Monopoli.
The citizens felt him like a father, the children a mother.
To his perplexed Benedictine friend, consulted for the episcopate, he said: you have to listen to God only and follow what you feel as charisma.
To the good old vicar, warm hearted, he said: these young look at the Gospel, that is why they amaze us.
About the first young protests in the theological seminar of Molfetta.
He particularly followed the young new priests, careful to their interior value. He included the future prophet, just ordained, in the seminar first as an assistant then as a spiritual father: he wanted to preserve him by the business and the rituals of the parish. He wanted his spiritual maturation, before his entering in the pastoral field.
The young priest was rebuked by the Rector, near to the Opus Dei, because his meditations with the children were on the Gospel. Not for the mentality (that came after) but for instinct. Just like centering his predication on Jesus.
The future prophet prepared a boy for his first Communion reading and commenting the most beautiful pages of the Gospel. That boy was influenced by the meeting with Jesus for all his life.
The future Vaticanist, then a seminarist, wanted to pass from the diocese of Monopoli to the diocese of Bari, because in love with the princely style of mons. Nicodemo and his silver cutlery.
The future lover of the Holy Shroud eventually decided for Rome, mother of the crucified, reign of the crucifiers. He took a root, like the biblical righteous, between the river Tevere and the Oltretevere. He always behaved like a Pope, dying of it.
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