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DEAR ,

extend to each of you my warmest wishes for a happy 2010, making my own the words of an ancient Gaelic blessing: May the road

get to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rain fall lightly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God keep you in the palm of his hand.


The photo of the family home from which I write, remember that in the year about to begin, the flowers will bloom again and life will triumph over all the death threats.
Love, Angel

Inside Of My Ankle Hurts

DEAR ,

quesrto I send message to Moose Bel Colle, my hometown, where he will spend a few days. The poem is
Ungheretti fits well to the ways in which to spend my parents' house those days. Loved the comment by Gianfranco Ravasi.

Tomorrow, I'll add a particular wish.

"I do not want to step into a maze of streets. I'm so tired shoulders. Let me as something lying in a corner and forgotten. Here you hear nothing but the heat and I'm good with the four somersaults smoke of the fire. "

There are so many emotions that give rise to these lines. I'd like to emphasize only two. The first is right in that beautiful image of the 'tangle of streets "and evokes the poet who refuses to go. Christmas is, in fact, a party which, unfortunately, turn on the lights over the hearts of the roads. Yet we should get out of the same "hot good" of the house to discover that, in addition to opulence of the windows, there is so much fatigue, loneliness and misery that could bring comfort.
But it is also true that Christmas is a celebration of intimacy. And here enters the second image, that of 'four somersaults "smoke of the hearth. And 'just' the warm good, "the simplicity of the little things, feeling neglected, daily life and family. We are often crossed by a sudden weariness that is not the body but the soul. It comes from too much to do, you turn, from the shallowness and banality. You need to pause in silence to appease hearts and to pray, to find the ultimate truth of life and profound, the meaning of existence. And 'this is our Christmas, the rebirth of the spirit.

Love, Angel

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DEAR,

At the end of 2009, I think nice send a brief reflection on time. EC proposes a Church Father, St. John Chrysostom :

There are two categories of people: the children of Cronos and children of cairòs.

Sons of Kronos are those who live as long as something repetitive and exhausting: all are the same minute, every hour is passive acceptance. Are those who live with anxiety time, in an attitude of constant discomfort and create discomfort.

cairos The children of those who are living as long as new, living in creativity, they know actually take their existence as something repetitive or tiring; for them every moment is like a joyful discovery, every day is different from another, every moment has something new. Time is seen as a gift, as an event of God

If the children of Cronos nothing ever happens, for the children of cairos time is a continuous manifestation of the Lord.

Love,

Angelo

Jobs Melbourne Comment

DEAR ,

Today, the Feast of the Holy Family of Nazareth, I think with affection to your families, praying to the Lord - through the intercession of the Virgin Mary and St. Joseph - to enjoy serenity and joyful energy to meet the constant challenges that the family experience can not escape.

Angelo

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DEAR,

to extend my most cordial greetings affectionate, I like to use

antiphon of the liturgy of Antioch:

"It 's Christmas, the Word incarnate from the Virgin and the Holy Spirit, is

appeared as a man in the world, making the earth a second heaven. "

If we find it hard to believe that our world has become a" second heaven ", commit ourselves with all our strength so that it shall become. How? Working as part of our person, our relationship (family, community and professional activities of our ...), no.

Jesus is the light that illuminates our path, the His grace energize our work, the joy and peace are the fruits of our people live saved.

with affection.

Angelo

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Dear,

not think that has struck ... The long hiatus is due to several factors. Not least, the trip to Brazzaville, capital of the Republic of Congo. I was in that city from 30 November 8 December. I gave a course of 30 hours to a group of 60 participants, more than a dozen nuns and priests, from the six dioceses in the country. Four sisters in Europe. The initiative was promoted by the Union of Superiors Major of the Congo. It was a very nice experience, which has awakened in me a longing for the African continent, where is the great thirst to learn and there are few resources. Once again I am attached to the people, materially poor but rich in human values \u200b\u200band faith. I am determined to continue my collaboration. Since my arrival until noon of December 6, I was in the House of Jesuit spirituality, the remaining day and a half I spent visiting the capital, other religious communities, including the Sisters of Mother Teresa, some families of sick people, a great hospital, but also has to contemplate the majestic Congo River, which divides the two Congo republics.

contact with the sisters who attended the course has given me grade admiration. Many of them work in remote places, challenging material deprivation of all kinds, rich in love for the sick and the poor.

The memory of the trip coninua to occupy my mind and my heart ...

I greet with affection.

Angelo