The authentic love of God frees, does not cage
Only the light of serene love, to measure, heals, gives life. Five loaves and two fish. Not doing who knows what but trying to live what grace matures, in a path far beyond the schemes, towards the full, very personal, fulfillment of the gospel in me. Faith is letting God work. So no moralizing, prefabricated answers and on this serene trail even fewer and fewer complications, wounds, fears. I get back in touch with my simple, free heart, in the light that brings it.
The road reveals itself moment by moment, in concrete life, in contact with others. Not with draft projects that make you anxious because perhaps contradicted by reality. Nor, in many cases, in the disembodied absence of paths that have matured yet always to be rediscovered in the heart of God. Trust grows in a good God, who thinks of all my humanity, who wishes to give me every good. And he won’t give me things that hurt me.
So not intellectualisms, spiritual, psychological, not pragmatisms but love to measure. Everyone on his authentic, simple, path. Even an atheist, with his many gifts that maybe I don’t have yet. The human, previously split, abstracted, is recomposed. Custom light of love. Small, natural, free. Way of integral rebirth. The heart that lets itself be read by the Spirit of Jesus, God and man, who descends like a dove then reads more and more in the hearts of others, their ways, their needs. In the heart of everything. Knots that untie, roads that open. Oil on wounds, wine of life, of hope.