I thought earlier this week to propose a text by St. Don Tonino Bello! all the paschal mystery of suffering, death, burial and resurrection is the greatest sign of God's love for us and a clear sign of hope that if we live in love even death may not have the last word!
"In the old cathedral of Molfetta is a large crucifix Terracotta. He won a few years ago, a local sculptor. The pastor, waiting for the definitive system, he leans against the wall of the sacristy and you have placed a card with the words: provisional placement. The writing, which at first I mistook as a dedication of the work, I thought that was providentially inspired to the point that I asked the priest not be removed for any reason the crucifix there, from the bare wall, from that precarious position, yellowed with that card. Safe location. I think that there is no better formula to define the cross. My, your cross, not only that of Christ.
Courage, then, that you suffer nailed to a wheelchair. Mind, that you feel the pangs of loneliness. Have faith, you who drink the bitter cup of abandonment. Do not despair, gentle mother, who have given birth to a son phocomelic. Do not swear, sister, you see day after day to destroy a disease that does not forgive. Dry your tears, brother, you've been stabbed in the back by those who believed your friends. Do not distress yourself, you see that for a sudden collapse of your assets seized, broken your projects, your hard work destroyed. Do not pull on the oars, you who are tired of fighting and disappointments have accumulated to no end. Be not dismayed, poor brother, who is not calculated by anyone, who is not believed by the people and that, instead of bread, you're forced to swallow mouthful of bitterness. Delay not, hapless friend, in life after you've seen so many ships, and you've always been on the ground.
Courage. Your cross, even if it would last a lifetime, it is always temporary location. " Calvary, where it is planted, it is not a residential area. And the soil of this hill, where you consume your suffering, you never sell land as the structure built.
The Gospel invites us to consider the provisional nature of the cross.
There is a great phrase that sums up the tragedy at the time of creation of Christ's death. "From noon until three in the afternoon, there was darkness over all the earth." Perhaps the phrase is darker than the entire Bible. For me it is one of the brightest. Just in time for those reductions and strings, as two poles insurmountable, as long as it is allowed to punish him to Earth in the dark. From noon until three in the afternoon. Only then is permitted to park on Golgotha. Outside quell'orario, there is absolute prohibition of parking. After three hours, there will be the forced removal of all crosses. A longer stay will be considered unfair even by God
Courage, brother suffer. There is also a deposition from the cross for you. There is also a pity for you superhuman. That's already taken down by a hand holes that your wood. Here's a friendly face, soaked in blood, and crowned with thorns, with a kiss that touches your forehead fever. Here's a sweet woman's womb that surrounds you with tenderness. Among the maternal arms is unveiled, finally, all the mystery of pain that you now seem absurd.
Courage. In a few moments of your afternoon at three o'clock. Soon, darkness will give way to light, the earth will regain its virginal colors of Easter and the sun will break through the clouds in flight. "
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