Reviewing the WORD OF GOD we find an instructive sample of true love, love of "neighbor", which is equivalent to understanding, love to my brother, accepting with conviction the fact that "every man is my brother". The sample in reference is the parable of the GOOD SAMARITAN.
From my childhood I heard from my elders a refrain that says THAT FROM THE FALLEN TREE ALL THE WORLD WOULD MAKE FIRE, so it happened when before the fallen man, beaten and diminished, the priests and Levites passed by his side ignoring his pain and his loneliness; the indifference towards the neighbor was notorious and sustained by the hypocritical and brazen attitude of the MEN OF THE LAW.
THE GOOD SAMARITAN crossed paths with the fallen man, looked at him, felt compassion and saw in him the true brother in need of help, of love, of love for his neighbor.
In these days of tribulation and anguish, men, in their eagerness to consider themselves increasingly self-sufficient, walk slowly and senselessly towards the cliff of perdition like the demon-possessed pigs that Jesus expelled. Mt.8, 28-34.
Today's man refuses to listen to the word of the Lord, the word of salvation, the word of love and forgiveness that sustains our faith and gives encouragement to our hope.
Recently I had to live a sad and opportune experience that I want to share with you:
In one of the very busy streets of my town, street dressed in flowers between the cheerful song of the birds and the sacred sunlight, walked a humble woman offering her shy smile, her insecure step and her bitter inequality.
It was a Sunday, a day of prayer, and on the opposite side walked a homogeneous group of simple, cheerful and decent people, with an attitude of those who came to pray, offering to God his show of love for humanity.
The humble woman, seeing them in front of her, reaches out her hand, the anguished hand, the one to beg, waiting anxious to see pious hands, loving hands, hands of prayer!
But that Sunday the anguished hand had no answer nor Samaritan to beg.
It is true that it is not the fault of that woman, if in that street perfumed in flowers, among all those pious gentlemen, EVERYONE WATCHED IT AND NOBODY SAW IT.
They did not understand that THE GLORY IS IN DESERVE, THE PEACE THAT GIVES THE CONSCIENCE AFTER A STRAIGHT PROCEDURE.
But every Sunday, beautiful pordiosera innocent face and eyes of kindness, you pass your street religiously without giving a show of dissatisfaction.
Today with these lines, even if I do not look at myself or listen to my voice, I pray for forgiveness to her and to God,
Because that Sunday of trills and flowers in the old street of the dreamers, ALSO GOING OUT OF MASS I GOED TO ME¡.
GOD BLESS YOU¡
