They are a cloistered nun; and if I am here it is thanks to a special permit.
What I am offering is a witness and nothing more. I wanted to start this way: with music and images. The music is well known, the anthem of Israel “qwh” = “Hope.” A hymn painful, because what I want to say in the opening of my speech is that Hope is painful.
The title of my speech is “born again with Hope.” The birth is painful, rebirth is not less! The other element of this introduction, you see, is the image.
The Cardinal Tettamanzi has left us this command: “Those who have eyes and heart to see the evangelical Hope.”
The image must be seen, must be seen. To be reborn to the Speranza must also look reborn. Image is another feature that is very important in our time: the image is contemplative and missionary; however, requires an openness and possesses a strength. Our world lacks contemplation and mission.
And for this I were talking about me with images; because, since I come from a contemplative experience, I want you to become a contemplation, a get, contemplate (= enter the temple), in the mystery of a lifetime.
It’s just the mystery of a lifetime that opens up to the Truth; because “it is something, as he said the prof. Sini, you come across, you do not own. “
Look at this picture of Fetting, Rainer Fetting, as it looks like. This picture says that they stole the Hope.
It’s a face made out of just eyes and eyes that no longer see; are pupil-less eyes.
The face is red, everything is red in the soul; a red stimulates, but without discernment. Think about whether or not we … continually challenged, without discernment!
This was the adolescence of many of us, it was my adolescence; unfortunately adolescence boys today. A stimulus without pause for thought!
In the years after the sixty-eight were still ideals, perhaps mistaken, the prospects aberrant, but still ideals that pushed us toward something, which left open the crack of Hope. There are traces of these ideals in the face painted by Fetting; In fact, my eyes are green, one in particular, Green Hope, yet they are the eyes that no longer see, are eyes without light.
When the ideal is not supported by a truth is an ideal without light!
Hope remained in vain for us. Why is that? Because they have stolen the Infinite. “God is dead” sang in my time, in my teens in the words of Sinatra. And today God is dead because he sings the chronicle of our times, she sings the absolute relativism of our world, sings the disappearance of true culture. Our world is disenchanted and disillusioned, without Hope.
I also tried my truth without God, faithful to the words of Sinatra that God was dead. I tried a Hope without God in the name of a free society, in the name of free love, in the name of free thought; and found only lies, very often lies. I found sometimes, and not infrequently demagoguery. And so was born the disappointment, as are disappointed and disillusioned many people today.
At the end of the school, each of us has the world in his hand; we have the tools, we have the life ahead, we have the youth. I, too, at the end of the school had the world in his hand. I worked with passion in a study of cartoonists and doing theater; I had the great opportunity in front of me.
But the question about God and faith had remained there in the classroom of my adolescence restless. I was now an adult, with a lot of knowledge, but without God. Myself I tried my truth without God; but the question about God and faith had remained there, “behind a syringe,” says Sinatra, had remained in the Absolute, a distant God, a God reserved for insiders, who were religious or not, and philosophers; but a God out of my daily horizon. I was now an adult, a company
adult we are, as we were reminded in these interventions. I was an adult with a lot of knowledge, but without God. Eventually even in a person so comes love, and when love is true, leads you, leads you to the truth. He asks you to commit your life, because a true love, a true relationship, sooner or later helps you to deal with the gift of you. It is not enough to receive love; when one embarks on a relationship that is serious, sooner or later is called to make something of himself, or rather to give everything of himself, to accept the other as it is, without trying to change it, without claiming to subject, without that looks like me, but trying to look like another. A love so difficult; when it is encountered, it is understood that you can not do without a gift that comes from above, because we are not capable, we are all very selfish and always want the world to look like us. Love is static by nature; wants you to look like another. Then you realize that you can not just remove the problem on the last things, about faith, about God, about this great force that it is love that has to do with the way our humanity, but that is different from us! Comes from above. One can not fail to come to terms with their roots, as we remember the professor. I was born a Christian, in a Christian family, educated in a Christian college; I could not do the atheist fashion or philosophy, you had to give an answer to that status Christian, on this basis, however, which had been built on my life, from others and not from me. You can not remove the problem, you have to start a search, exposing itself to serious real question, in short, I had to measure myself with my being a Christian. It is a time for all x in life, a decisive moment in a drama. And I want to describe it with these two tables of Bosch.
The first table expresses the desire of the origins that we carry inside.
We saw some pathetic scenes on nudists. I was at the airport, I was in New York, because I was just back from a trip to Mexico, and passed these scenes on some crazy nudists that have occurred in the square; and this made me reflect a lot … I felt horrified that people faced with these images. But how strong is the desire to be naked, to be themselves, to be true, to be inside a freedom, in an almost primordial! And how strong is the desire of the origins and how strong is the desire of a pure love, absolute to the other and that my be replenishing the unity of the two; total in belonging to another I
complete, which makes me one, as John Paul II said: “The truth of our being is the unity of the two.” Not the man or the woman, but the unity of the two; this is beauty. How strong is this desire! Let us all a love so … great, unique, enduring, eternal, fruitful. Who has not ever wanted in life?
This love is like the source that stands out in the table Bosch, Eden. It is there that aim, we want to get there, but the road is hard. We know that is the threat of corruption “as a roaring lion seeking someone to devour turns.” There are lions there, one devours the other, and are close to the source. You can not get to the source without going beyond, without knowing the imminence of these “roaring lions who go around looking for someone to devour.” We can not deal with the mystery of iniquity, which is within us and outside of us.And so comes the time when we are called to look up, hoping it seriously, otherwise it is dark, the loss of sense … sometimes suicide, as it happens, unfortunately, to see!
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— original source: http://www.chiesadimilano.it — translated into English by an online translator