WORD OF THE LORD Save us, O Lord, from this confusion of tongues. I no longer know how to talk. Incorrect wisdom has poisoned all cultures.
E 'thoughts of intrigue that now that as soon as we hear about peace now think the war with fear, and if one intervenes to shout for freedom, now that we should impose slavery force us to suffer as a flock or his plans. The tower of Babel there hanging over your head and wonder if it does not ruin.
All of Europe is only a grid of mistrust, diplomacy has killed any simple compounded by the spirit of party and personal pride and entire nations.
Even in the enclosure of the same people as we understand it. There is a whole church of silence, on the other hand, and this is all a fuss at the expense of those poor brothers who die in prison or deportation camps. And certainly not always springs from the cry that there must be weeping with those who weep. Here we speak of persecution there and then is silent on the killing and torture of the villages hatched here, with the same methods and the same purpose.
It is said every day she wanted a good of peoples and nations are increasingly tired and disappointed, muffled into unconsciousness for a living.
is said to prepare for meetings at high levels and there while flying squadrons on the head offices of weapons of unimaginable destruction, and that you have never seen a dance so low in the history of rancor and resentment.
Even your church are demeaned, misunderstood, oppressed, and every day someone tries to overwhelm these misunderstandings tampering with his dignity and his mission. Oppressed by ourselves for imprudence and greed. And every day we read a press that does not respect anyone. Because we are always right.
Even those who call themselves the son of the church, here an hour get advantage of the situation: that priests are 'armeggioni' of the storm, rather than servants of the powerful witness of Thy grace operating in time .
Lord, we know that You do not abandon us, but the fear is us to abandon and break easily bridges with Your word.
If we at least ripetessimo your posts as well as play: as you have entrusted them to us, and if not thought, at least from the altars, not to worry about the other, and told only 'Here, the word of the Lord'.
E distinguessimo our opinions by Your truth and not suffocate in what is ephemeral and subjective revelation of Your eternal!
Lord, intervene to restore the language of men for simplicity and purity and trust: respect the word the distinzioe between your and our words, freedom from mental rstrizioni, the humility to say what you think in charity, and the courage to confess all bow errors. Or just because you can not go wrong.
Then we shall be saved from Babel. It will continue to be the golden candlestick on top of high mountains, everything on your dogma comforters.
Returns to be at least Europe a country where, when we talk, we finally hear. Because everyone, specifically, it intends to those same things of which we speak, and do not imply that other, or capable in itself the mystery of what happened, but adapted himself to the mystery. Then come back to be, although in many ways, indeed, each according to his measure, and truthful 'veritanti nell'agape'.
Lord, do not deny us the grace to return us to an inner unity based language, to be faithful in his own words, contrary to the consistency with what we are shouting in the streets. Because the soul of the deep and mysterious word Thou septum, the Word made flesh daily.
Praying 'perhaps the most urgent speech'
With Blessings & Broderie
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