"Repent and believe in the Gospel" was the invitation no turns on Ash Wednesday. And there my commitment: back to the creative love of my God to be re-created by the grace of his mercy. The conversion is their initiative and my reply, his decision to love and my response in love to Love, is refusal to construct myself y dejarme entonces moldear por sus manos, dejar que tome mi barro y me haga de nuevo...
Esta crisis del perder es para crecer, -paradoja del Evangelio- “El que pierda su vida por Mi, la ganará” me dijo el Señor al oído invitándome al abandono, a la confianza, a la entrega sin límites para vivir la plenitud de lo que soy: hijo en el Hijo, hermano, compañero, apóstol, elegido, sacerdote, discípulo, embajador, siervo y amigo.
Es un tiempo para volver a empezar... una y otra vez... como siempre, como cada día, como ante cada nuevo proyecto, frente a cada nueva iniciativa y creativo apostolado... la vida del discípulo es un empezar cada vez. Misterio fascinante y tremendo, pues, if I decide to serve the Lord I have to prepare for the test.
... And the Spirit leads me to the desert. There Christ suffers without succumbing test, supported by the Word, comforted by angels, but in the midst of wild beasts. Forty days.
test, the temptation is not secondary in discipleship. Is key to the mystical life is the heavy hand of the depth of holiness. Narrow road, narrow gate, cross, resignation, pain, passion, death ... But on the horizon the Resurrection. Easter
Without eyes, no trial to beat. So the focus will be in Grace, always present in the test, it encourages me the Master: "Be not afraid. I have overcome the world. " Jesus who lives in the struggle and peace simultaneously invites me to believe in the power of good and evil and the weakness of the vanquished, to give me strength and to continue my path.
In this mystery I am, where work is also the mystery of sin and iniquity, I require the interior desert pilgrimage to live between angels and beasts, to experience the struggle of the powers of evil, but while being consoled for Lent to grow in the best of Jesus in me. Exposed to the same miseries of men, as Christ the Priest, I must be a living sacrifice to suffer with and for others. And all this is possible because in the desert God sustains me: there are mysterious words, water and bread
If desert is where God's people as a people was formed, the desert is my discipleship school, the long way but the safest, the most challenging yet the most glorious, the way of death that cries resurrection . Only I have to wait God's time, he likes to surprise and amaze. Enjoy the love of the cross, without end, without limit, without measure. "Shaping my life with the passion of Christ."
The desert does not happen, will lead the way, also in public life. The disappointment, misunderstanding, malice and helplessness are the loneliness of those who follow in the footsteps of Christ, who won friends and enemies, who embraced the cross until the end, giving meaning to their suffering in the wisdom of redemption. Its failures were the peace and salvation. Never did so much as when he was nailed to a cross, he never so much as when stopped, never showed much power as when it was humiliated, never loved as much as when no one loved him.
as provided for in the desert wilderness of the cross, abandoned, humiliated, despised, calling the absence of the Father, thirsty of love, full of forgiveness and mercy, exhaling its last breath, I can not walk without embracing my cross, resign myself to follow. Is that there is the truth that the world knows, that often stubbornly elusive, and diabolically, like Peter, I assure you it is not the road.
I can not to contemplate it, triumphing in the tree, that they no longer follow, I leave everything to the edge of the road, longing look back what I left, I claim what was once an offering, I can not, that the road is heavy , who resigned to follow ... His cross, drive away the specter of despair that the robber in the way, I passed out for death sentencing and do not proclaim in faith life. From the cross, today I say, "I can do everything in him who strengthens me", "Nothing is impossible to believe," "Although dark crossing streams will fear no evil for thou art with me ..."," Although an army besiege me, my heart trembles, for Thou art with me "," The Lord is my shepherd, I may be missing. " "Only God is enough" ...
the Spirit then I will push me to the desert to practice this profession of glory, which is prayer, and let me be Eucharist bread in the desert becomes Angeles food, in medicine of immortality, in virtue of the weak , and holiness of sinners ... And there will ask me to become that I get to be no longer I who live, but He who lives and works in me.
I will leave the role the Spirit to mold into my soul the heart of Christ not to fall into the temptation of wanting to go to heaven by a path different from the cross ... be discovered and loved being aware of what cost me the love, enter into the logic of losing to win, from being poor to rich, from being small to become the largest, to choose to be last to be first, to accept I exalt humiliation to glory, putting his hand to the plow without looking back, to accept the bliss of contempt for my name is written in Heaven, to experience the true joy of giving, of sharing, of keep walking of winning hearts of me for everyone to win some to Christ. Just walk
this desert because I see a clear goal, because Easter and joy awaits me is feeling, because angels in the distance I hear the Alleluia do, because it sounded the trumpet of triumph, and the beloved came to knock on the door, and I said if I open, have dinner together ... to foretaste the party. I have invitation of preference. A blessed family waits with a crown in his hand. The battle is won ... continue walking, until the final hug, to kiss without end, to the light that envelops me in its clearness without nights, to join those glorious songs to this new land and the sky where I'll be happy ...
forever .- P. Walter Moschetti, 2009
