extend to all the people dear to me, my friends, to all my readers my most sincere wishes for a Merry Christmas . This year I chose a different way to extend my best wishes, through the words of our beloved and unforgettable Bishop Don Tonino Bello, so that each of us can reflect and make a change so that the hope of a better world not utopia remains forever.
GREETINGS UNCOMFORTABLE
Dear,
not my duty to obey the bishop if I told you, "Good Christmas without giving you disturbance. I, however, I want to annoy. In fact, I can not stand the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to ask innocuous greeting, formal, imposed by the routine schedule. I flatter even the possibility that someone kicks the sender as junk.
Happy Birthday uncomfortable then, my dear brothers!
that Jesus was born to give you the love life of a sick selfish, absurd, with no vertical forces and grant you to invent a life full of giving, of prayer, silence, courage. Child sleeping on the straw to take away your sleep and make them feel the pillow of your bed hard as a rock, until you have given hospitality to an eviction, a Moroccan, in a poor passing. God becomes man that makes you feel the worm every time your career becomes an idol of your life, overtaking, the project of your days, back in the next, an instrument of your staircase. Mary, who found only in the dung of the animals culla dove deporre con tenerezza il frutto del suo grembo, vi costringa con i suoi occhi feriti a sospendere lo struggimento di tutte le nenie natalizie, finché la vostra coscienza ipocrita accetterà che il bidone della spazzatura, l’inceneritore di una clinica diventino tomba senza croce di una vita soppressa. Giuseppe, che nell’affronto di mille porte chiuse è il simbolo di tutte le delusioni paterne, disturbi le sbornie dei vostri cenoni, rimproveri i tepori delle vostre tombolate, provochi corti circuiti allo spreco delle vostre luminarie, fino a quando non vi lascerete mettere in crisi dalla sofferenza di tanti genitori che versano lacrime segrete per i loro figli senza fortuna, senza salute, senza lavoro. Gli angeli che annunciano la bring peace to your war is still unable to see that quiet sleepy little farther than a span, with the aggravating circumstance of your complicit silence, it consumed injustices, people are evicted, they manufacture weapons, militarize the land of the poor, condemning people to the extermination of hunger. The poor who flock to the cave, while the powerful conspire in the dark and the city sleeps in indifference, do you understand that if you also want to see "a great light" you have from the last. That the alms of those who play on people's skin tranquilizers are useless. What
furs purchased with the thirteenth of multiple salaries make a good impression, but not heat.
Che i ritardi dell’edilizia popolare sono atti di sacrilegio, se provocati da speculazioni corporative. I pastori che vegliano nella notte, “facendo la guardia al gregge ”, e scrutano l’aurora, vi diano il senso della storia, l’ebbrezza delle attese, il gaudio dell’abbandono in Dio. E vi ispirino il desiderio profondo di vivere poveri che è poi l’unico modo per morire ricchi.
Buon Natale! Sul nostro vecchio mondo che muore, nasca la speranza.
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