I want to learn to love, as if this were “the first day of the week” or the first day of my life or even the last. I want to, because if I don’t learn this, I die. I want to learn to love because if I don’t start to love, my life will never… Read more »
Meanwhile, Judas does not stop handing him over, but not for money. Perhaps out of obedience, perhaps out of despair, perhaps out of love, perhaps. Judas hands himself over to ambiguity; the human heart remains obscure. And so it shall be forever. First, there are instructions and codes, mysterious is the hidden game of being… Read more »
When a woman caught in adultery is brought before Jesus, the undeniable evidence of her wrongdoing is placed before His eyes. A woman with no defense. What should one do in the face of the embodiment of error? Jesus says nothing. He writes on the ground, stretching time. The first thing one realizes when reading… Read more »
In the end, everyone gets it wrong. Absolutely everyone. Because that’s just how life is. Common sense doesn’t win, logic doesn’t win, for we are not neatly ordered, well-mannered existences. This passage is a parable that reveals what life truly is: squandered inheritances, demands, concessions, unexpected love, bursts of affection, terrible emptiness, awkward silences, invitations… Read more »
I do not want my blood, like that of the Galileans, to flow alongside that of the sacrifices. I do not want to die with the overwhelming guilt of one who feels crushed by events. Like those eighteen who saw the tower of Siloam collapse upon them and, perhaps, in their final thought, asked, Why… Read more »
To name life is to bring it into being, to bring it into the light. That day, too, Jesus calls, by name, “Come into the light,” he says, calling his three friends. To come into the light by walking the crest of a mountain. To climb and be astonished by the density of silence. To… Read more »
And then he led me into temptation! (Luke 4:1-13) If you are the Son of God, command this stone to become bread. Not a bad idea. When you are walking from the desert to the Jordan something starts looking good. It is God who invented it, it is called manna, and it is a divine sign…. Read more »
The people were waiting. Poor people, it is truly child’s play to delude them into thinking that something or someone is capable of filling the void that every person carries inside. For by waiting, you become satisfied, you convince yourself that even the Baptist could be enough, just to stop this torture that wears us… Read more »
The Magi realized that two lives needed, or perhaps a hundred or a thousand, and that they will never be enough. Because if we look for a king when we have the entire Universe at our disposal, it is only out of fear of being disillusioned, of being nothing more than a transitory form of… Read more »
Christmas is walking in the night but wrapped in light, a light that does not come from the sanctity of perfection but from the profound humanity of the shepherds. They are outside the realm of power, they live outside the lights of Jerusalem, they are nocturnal beings, often haunted by mistakes or due to feelings… Read more »
