At the suggestion of a dear friend of the public wishes uncomfortable. In this holiday season it is easy to indulge in rhetoric and platitudes most obvious. The author of these words, so actual, and the unforgettable Don Tonino Bello, Bishop of Molfetta, who died in 1993. Happy reading and good luck!
Greetings uncomfortable
Beloved, do not obey my duty as a bishop if I told you "Merry Christmas" without giving trouble.
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.
flatters me even the possibility that someone kicks the sender as junk.
Happy Birthday uncomfortable, then, my dear brothers!
Jesus was born to give you the love life of a sick selfish, absurd, with no vertical thrust
and enable you to invent a life full of giving, of prayer, silence, courage.
The children 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 accommodations in an eviction, a Moroccan, in a poor passing.
God who became man 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 animals with tenderness the cradle where lay the fruit of her womb, forcing it through his eyes hurt to stop the yearning of all the laments Christmas, as long as your conscience hypocritical to accept that the bin trash, the incinerator at a clinic to become the grave of a life without the cross removed.
Joseph, or approaching a thousand behind closed doors is the symbol of all the disappointments paternal disorders booze of your dinners, reproaches the warmth of your bingo, causing short circuits to the wasting of your lights, until you leave to undermine the suffering of so many parents who pay secret tears for their children, without fortune, without health, without a job.
The angels promise peace to the war still bring your peace of mind incapable of seeing that sleepy little farther than a span, with the aggravating circumstance of your complicit silence, it consumed injustices, people are evicted, they manufacture weapons, militarized the land of the poor, condemning the extermination of peoples 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. What
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.
that delays the public housing are acts of sacrilege, if caused by corporate speculation.
the shepherds keeping watch in the night, "guarding the flock" and scan the aurora,
give you a sense of history, the thrill expectations, joy and abandonment in God
inspire you a deep desire to live in poverty which is the only way to die rich.
Merry Christmas! On our old dying world, hope is born.
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.
flatters me even the possibility that someone kicks the sender as junk.
Happy Birthday uncomfortable, then, my dear brothers!
Jesus was born to give you the love life of a sick selfish, absurd, with no vertical thrust
and enable you to invent a life full of giving, of prayer, silence, courage.
The children 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 accommodations in an eviction, a Moroccan, in a poor passing.
God who became man 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 animals with tenderness the cradle where lay the fruit of her womb, forcing it through his eyes hurt to stop the yearning of all the laments Christmas, as long as your conscience hypocritical to accept that the bin trash, the incinerator at a clinic to become the grave of a life without the cross removed.
Joseph, or approaching a thousand behind closed doors is the symbol of all the disappointments paternal disorders booze of your dinners, reproaches the warmth of your bingo, causing short circuits to the wasting of your lights, until you leave to undermine the suffering of so many parents who pay secret tears for their children, without fortune, without health, without a job.
The angels promise peace to the war still bring your peace of mind incapable of seeing that sleepy little farther than a span, with the aggravating circumstance of your complicit silence, it consumed injustices, people are evicted, they manufacture weapons, militarized the land of the poor, condemning the extermination of peoples 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. What
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.
that delays the public housing are acts of sacrilege, if caused by corporate speculation.
the shepherds keeping watch in the night, "guarding the flock" and scan the aurora,
give you a sense of history, the thrill expectations, joy and abandonment in God
inspire you a deep desire to live in poverty which is the only way to die rich.
Merry Christmas! On our old dying world, hope is born.
Tonino Bello
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