My Jesus ... some time ago that I do not write in the newspaper ... You know, between work, classes and other commitments I have not much time to write ... but today, while searching for a sentence to include in the "road parish" of next week, I found this I used to do Father Adriano
It is wonderful, Lord! Be open arms, when so many mutilated. My eyes see, when so many without electricity. My singing voice, when so many to fall silent. My hands that work, when so many begging. It's wonderful to go home, when so many who do not have to go.
I live, love, smile and sleep, others cry, hate and stir into nightmares. Having a God in whom to believe, when there are so many who do not feel comfort, or have faith.
For all this ... thank you very much, sir!
How I loved this sentence! I liked because it helped me be aware of how much you gave me ... what I have been privileged ... and the little that I appreciate ...
It's funny ... well, I've learned that things do not happen by "chance" when we are holding your hand ... but this sentence is perfect for the conversation we had a few days ago, when we talked about the scare with the explosion at the refinery, and the discomfort of smoke and traffic on the days that followed ... and how seldom we think of those people who live in the middle of a battlefield ... for us this was an uncomfortable few days ... but there are people who have never known what is sleep a night in peace ... there are children who have only known fear and anguish that are tormented by the noise of the crash and thump ... or worse, by the memory of the war ...
Lord, how easy is our life! ... How easy and how little we appreciate the blessings you have given us! ... So today I give thanks for everything ... and ask you always make me aware that any of this is mine, but everything is a gift that comes from you ...
