Sunday 22nd January 2006

Everything is gift: we are beggars. But also be beggars Gift. Mostly.

Around the brazier “the woman of the rosary of the dead” mumbled Hail Mary. The child treenne stood up on his little person and He articulated: Christ alone is the Savior.
The mother looked bewildered: had taught him only the devotion to St. Anthony.

In the dark room of the Novice he flashed in large letters the words: “Do you concur to My Passion and Passion of Angels”.

The child of eight looked at his mother in the coffin. Unrecognizable, mostrificata pain. A devastating moment. But a voice whispered, “I will be for you more than a mother.” The Voice of the joy flooded for months, saving it.

The Novice entered the chapel of Mary. The I aimed. For a moment, a huge moment, became “physically” share the mercy of Mary.

The novice had to return at 20.30 at the host family. In concrete terms, an hour away by tram. The mystic smiled at Novice: “It ‘nice to talk about God. Stay still.” It stayed up at 20.15. The Novice left. A mysterious wind enveloped him. He is flying. He found his friends at 20.30 o’clock.

And the little dreamed of falling into an abyss. But he not is falling, circling and falling, slowly and deeply. Suddenly a huge bat tried to wrap it to prevent the plunge into the Abyss. The life of Carthusian, today, is permanent struggle against Satan, against his attempts to prevent him from “falling” in God.

The more God incarnates, the more God. A liberation theology authentic look at this dialectic.

The story is interwoven with the meta. One day will be only meta.

With the brain feel atheism, his brain and his heart together feel the Faith.

The cobbler was transferred to “physically” in the heart of a man and he read in large letters: pride. He was surprised and doubtful. The facts later confirmed the soul written.

In the middle of the night he saw a curly head on his chest and felt a hug. Curls went back to the subject. The next day he received by telephone the news of his death, which occurred the day before. The subject had appeared to him to thank him for some spiritual promptings.

A definition of hell? Terror.

Men coexist peacefully with the demons.

He was awakened by the incessant chilling of a whale, he determined to tear him to pieces. That evening he spoke enthusiastically of Jesus Christ to a group of young people.

A young man knocked on his painstaking experience unprecedented and unique. While he was on a cherry tree, a voice suddenly started from his throat. An alien voice, absolutely not his, they did whatever they wanted.

The matter is made of non-matter. The stone is light, the rock wave.

 

This article is available in Italian too