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10/09/2007 Source: New Town
I had stopped in the chapel of the Blessed Sacrament. Among the others there was a man of about seventy, which, in my moment of distraction, I am curious. Stared at the monstrance, then lowered his head and made of mild signs of rejection, which could have been tremors of Parkinson's appear if they were not linked to all and only those moments. I returned to my interrupted worship. When I got up to go my eyes met his for a moment. Outside the church, joined me, it allows a word?. Sure. In his eyes I saw that God loves you I try, I replied a bit 'ashamed. I recognize those who love God, he said, and from that moment began a strange conversation, that I would report having solemnly promised not to make him recognizable and places. Mario, I'll call it so, is a recently retired postal manager, and lives as a hermit in the city. I'm always a little wary 'of these things, and then I started listening to conservative. He seemed genuine. He had never married, not knowing why, until it had occurred to him that perhaps he could be a vocation. But on this, he said, had long tormented, wondering (I was about to ask) if living alone in a tiny apartment but could not finally be comfortable for a bell'alibi not take responsibility and live a quiet life. Yes, visited the sick in the hospital, took communion as a special minister, but acquitted him by not having taken other crosses, the heavy block and you do not let you escape? Mario's smart, he read that in the lives of many saints there was the time of the most insidious temptation, to retire alone with God, reversed by God himself to the sound of the facts. And one night he prayed more earnestly than usual because he had temptations of all kinds, from those the sexual fear, increasing with age, loneliness, just when he felt a dreamer, a cloth untrue, he said, he realized that this was his vocation, because there was nothing to have fun, but only a peace, almost always without consolation, the highest of any upheaval. If you stand up to a train, go where he wants to train. If you're in a car, as well. If you stick with one hand to God, but to him alone, you are no longer tossed about, is everything else around you, running astray. And when the temptation not to believe? I asked him without any regard. She smiled triumphantly as a school that made you pitch goal in the parish, then seriously said: I learned at the expense of my every nerve that there is something far greater than faith, which can darken the whole, and that is love, indeed, you know what? So then faith comes by itself and becomes love. At that point he wanted to insist that saw his hermitage. What are you doing, now that you're retired?, I asked him earlier with the same lack of respect. Besides the things I told you, the prayer is inexhaustible. Its less than forty feet square, I must say, I noticed: kitchen, living room, bedroom friar, with clean bed, poor, essential as a death-bed. A table, a chair, a lamp, a small radio, a book shelves if, perhaps two hundred, when I have time to recognize, oltre la bibbia in diverse edizioni, la Liturgia delle ore, alcune vite di santi, le edizioni carmelitane delle opere di santa Teresa, san Giovanni della Croce e santa Teresina, di Lisieux. E I fratelli Karamazov. Perché I fratelli Karamazov?. È la bibbia dell'uomo moderno, di tutte le sue debolezze, mi serve a tenere i piedi per terra. Dalla finestra della camera una lista di cielo slavato. Mi vennero i brividi, a pensarlo lì solo. Solo?, mi lesse nel pensiero. Siamo almeno in sei: La Trinità, la Madonna, il mio angelo, io il poveretto. E poi ci pensi, la Chiesa? Noi ci riferiamo sempre a questa qui visibile, di gente che nasce e muore continuamente. Ma questa, importantissima per noi, è il meno!, si infervorava. The large number of purgatory, the many of paradise, but alone. And then again - he continued - I buy the paper each morning, not out of curiosity. It is to be praying all day and you can never turn. That's why I do not have the television: I do not have time, I have all the pains that come from my newspaper and radio, which also speak of television. Mario, because you made me come here, and do not want to say anything to anyone?. Why should people come to the end comes, the door God I made you come because I saw that loves God, loves God and with whom you share everything. Mario .... Now its time to go, because I have to go to the hospital to help feed people who do not make it. Hello. Hello. If one lives forever the point of death, all is fine.
10/09/2007 Source: New Town
I had stopped in the chapel of the Blessed Sacrament. Among the others there was a man of about seventy, which, in my moment of distraction, I am curious. Stared at the monstrance, then lowered his head and made of mild signs of rejection, which could have been tremors of Parkinson's appear if they were not linked to all and only those moments. I returned to my interrupted worship. When I got up to go my eyes met his for a moment. Outside the church, joined me, it allows a word?. Sure. In his eyes I saw that God loves you I try, I replied a bit 'ashamed. I recognize those who love God, he said, and from that moment began a strange conversation, that I would report having solemnly promised not to make him recognizable and places. Mario, I'll call it so, is a recently retired postal manager, and lives as a hermit in the city. I'm always a little wary 'of these things, and then I started listening to conservative. He seemed genuine. He had never married, not knowing why, until it had occurred to him that perhaps he could be a vocation. But on this, he said, had long tormented, wondering (I was about to ask) if living alone in a tiny apartment but could not finally be comfortable for a bell'alibi not take responsibility and live a quiet life. Yes, visited the sick in the hospital, took communion as a special minister, but acquitted him by not having taken other crosses, the heavy block and you do not let you escape? Mario's smart, he read that in the lives of many saints there was the time of the most insidious temptation, to retire alone with God, reversed by God himself to the sound of the facts. And one night he prayed more earnestly than usual because he had temptations of all kinds, from those the sexual fear, increasing with age, loneliness, just when he felt a dreamer, a cloth untrue, he said, he realized that this was his vocation, because there was nothing to have fun, but only a peace, almost always without consolation, the highest of any upheaval. If you stand up to a train, go where he wants to train. If you're in a car, as well. If you stick with one hand to God, but to him alone, you are no longer tossed about, is everything else around you, running astray. And when the temptation not to believe? I asked him without any regard. She smiled triumphantly as a school that made you pitch goal in the parish, then seriously said: I learned at the expense of my every nerve that there is something far greater than faith, which can darken the whole, and that is love, indeed, you know what? So then faith comes by itself and becomes love. At that point he wanted to insist that saw his hermitage. What are you doing, now that you're retired?, I asked him earlier with the same lack of respect. Besides the things I told you, the prayer is inexhaustible. Its less than forty feet square, I must say, I noticed: kitchen, living room, bedroom friar, with clean bed, poor, essential as a death-bed. A table, a chair, a lamp, a small radio, a book shelves if, perhaps two hundred, when I have time to recognize, oltre la bibbia in diverse edizioni, la Liturgia delle ore, alcune vite di santi, le edizioni carmelitane delle opere di santa Teresa, san Giovanni della Croce e santa Teresina, di Lisieux. E I fratelli Karamazov. Perché I fratelli Karamazov?. È la bibbia dell'uomo moderno, di tutte le sue debolezze, mi serve a tenere i piedi per terra. Dalla finestra della camera una lista di cielo slavato. Mi vennero i brividi, a pensarlo lì solo. Solo?, mi lesse nel pensiero. Siamo almeno in sei: La Trinità, la Madonna, il mio angelo, io il poveretto. E poi ci pensi, la Chiesa? Noi ci riferiamo sempre a questa qui visibile, di gente che nasce e muore continuamente. Ma questa, importantissima per noi, è il meno!, si infervorava. The large number of purgatory, the many of paradise, but alone. And then again - he continued - I buy the paper each morning, not out of curiosity. It is to be praying all day and you can never turn. That's why I do not have the television: I do not have time, I have all the pains that come from my newspaper and radio, which also speak of television. Mario, because you made me come here, and do not want to say anything to anyone?. Why should people come to the end comes, the door God I made you come because I saw that loves God, loves God and with whom you share everything. Mario .... Now its time to go, because I have to go to the hospital to help feed people who do not make it. Hello. Hello. If one lives forever the point of death, all is fine.
