sometimes I think that this desire for independence of Western civilization, which has broken all ties with God, has led the men of these times feel alienated and do not think that God could choose to close with his creature. Thus, the embodiment a claim seems irrational. How is it possible that God is among us?
Giussani, a holy man of our time, says that all our certainties in life can only support this irrefutable fact: God has broken any distance! That is why I'm sad to say that God seeks and finds none. Not that God does not talk, you're distracted! If God is mad with love for her children, has given us everything! What can be a God who gives himself to death and is due to redeem, at the same time be angry, righteous, punitive, legalistic or capricious? If love is infinite!
has never been hidden or moved away from us. It is absurd that he who said: "I am with you until the end of time" lost in silence or to break this promise by any human action. Although the man is not faithful, God does what is your word.
Therefore, as John said Paul II, there is nothing to be afraid. God always comes to us, as it appears a beautiful day, said Péguy. He never tires of looking for us. The matter is to be attentive and have the willing heart. It is a leap, as someone said. It correspond to a love that surpasses us.
Therefore, Christianity is not a culture, not a philosophy, not a moral. Not true social order. No. It is a meeting. An encounter with someone. With someone who has the words of life. Remains, which is present in this village, gathered in his name.
Someone who tells her "distraction" in the things of the world seeking the true, is St. Augustine in his confessions. Looking at things what material is meaningful to your life, but everything here screams that his soul finds no peace. Saint Augustine says that only until it returns to itself, discover the voice of God. That voice that always called him. Share some of this beautiful story.
Seeking God
(Confessions, X, 6)
Lord, I love you with true conscience, no doubt. You hurt my heart with your word and I loved you. But heaven and earth, and everything they contain, they tell me everywhere I love you. Never cease to tell everyone so that they are without excuse (cf. Rom 1: 20) (...).
And what I love, when I love you? Not the beauty of the body or the beauty of the time, not the white light, which is so nice to the eyes land, not the sweet melodies of all kinds of music, nor the fragrance of flowers, ointments and aromas, not the sweetness of manna and honey, not members agreeable to the embraces of the flesh. None of this love when I love my God. And yet, love a certain light, and some voice, and some fragrance, and some food and a hug, when I love my God, that is light, voice, fragrance, food and embrace my inner man wherever shines before my soul that can not be in a place where that resonates takes time, where you perceive the scent of what does not come with the breath, where you can taste what is not consumed where it attaches eating what separates no satiety. This is what I love when I love my God.
But what then is God? I asked the earth, and he replied: "I am not," and everything in it I said the same thing. I asked the sea and the earth, and reptiles living soul, and I said, "We are not your God; kiss for us." I asked the air we breathe, the air all its inhabitants, he said, "Anaximenes was deceived, I am not your God." I asked the sky, sun, moon and stars, which I responded: "Nor are we your God." I said then all the realities that are beyond me: Tell me something about my God, because you do not ye; tell me something about him! And all cried with a loud voice: "He has done." My question was my eyes, and they look sensible response.
Then I went myself, and I said, 'Who are you,' and I replied: "A man." Mine is a body and soul, the one is inside, one outside. Which of these would get my God, if you had searched for the bodies, from earth to heaven, which I direct my gaze? Better, surely, is the internal element, because he, as president and judge-transmitted to hearing all the messengers of the body, the answers of heaven, earth and all that is in them when they say "We are not God" and "He has done." The inner man is one who knows these things by the ministry of foreign man. I, inside, I know these things, yo, yo soul, I know through the bodily senses (...).
But this beauty will not be shown to those who are full of meaning? Why, then, does not speak the same to everyone? Indeed, small and large animals they see, but can not question her because they have no reason to judge to what they announce the senses. Men, however, they can, because they are able to perceive, by visible things the invisible things of God (cf. Rom 1: 20), but become slaves to them for love and, once slaves, are no longer able to judge. Created things are not simply respond to questioning, but to those who judge, do not change their voice, that is, look, if one looks only and another, and view, questioned, so that it appears to one in a and another of another, but, showing the two, is silent for one and instead speaks to another. Or rather, talk to everyone, but understood only those who confront his voice, received from outside, with inner truth. San Augustine
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