A tutti i frammenti, agli atomi di Maria sparsi nel mondo Women who have name, address
us today angelic salutation: Hail, Donna!
Whether you're full of grace, that is with you for the assistance of the Holy Spirit,
that is beneficial to humans and blessed is the fruit of your womb!
May you bring peace to the land, the brothers reconcile enemies, cancel Cain
to resurrect Abel, bring the whole earth to the heavenly Father in the love of the Son,
in the grace of the Holy Spirit
--- Father David Maria Turoldo
ask Mary to penetrate the mystery of Church through the door that there is proper, to walk through the trails that are ours. Let us ask Mary not to be in the Church of the species suffragette excited, trembling and even the shadows of our fellow men. Let us ask you to enter into the family of God's children is precisely what we are strengthened, dilated, "huge" by grace. That we are true, in line with what God invented when it wanted to create the woman. (...) The Nave of the Church has not finished his journey. Man the bridge, the hull, the trees ... but the sails, there is no way to do without us. Not to mention that they always want to engines and the wind of the Holy Spirit never knew what to do.
MADELEINE DELBREL
From "Women and the Church," written text on the Solemnity of the Marian Year 1953
Eshet Hail
"A woman of valor who can find? Its price is very
beyond that of its pearls "(Prov. 31, 10)
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Eshet Chail The song is commonly interpreted as a tribute to the "woman of valor" who devotes herself to the spiritual and material welfare of the family and therefore use is now common to sing the verses that make up the gap before the meal as a thank you to her who had the necessary preparation for Shabbat allows the whole family to enjoy the rest and holiness of the festival.
In fact there is among the Masters who also plays Eshet Chail as a hymn to the wisdom or perfection of the Torah or the spirituality of Shekhina seen here as a virtuous woman who awakens the Jew a feeling of love and respect that is reinforced during each Shabbat.
In short we present work on the track in question will report both the positions taken by scholars taking care, when there will need to relate the words of the Masters with brief comments to make it easier for the reader to understand and value of their teachings.
structure of the song
The Eshet Chail, which concludes the biblical book of Proverbs, is a poem whose initial letters of each verse giving rise Hebrew alphabet. Already Kimkhì Rabbi David (1160-1235) in his commentary to Hagiographa (Psalm 111, 1) wrote:
"Any hymn composed in alphabetical format - the its importance and the glorious words expressed in it - so it is written by divine inspiration. "
For the letters of the Masters have always played an important especially since the Torah was written with them and it is thanks to the Torah that the world lives (Jer. 33, 25). Many medieval liturgical hymns and parts of daily Tefillà contain the acrostic and the Kabbalistic tradition, with the Sefer Yetzira, gave us that at the center of the world was created containing the 22 letters of the Hebrew alphabet. As a first consideration you would say that through praise and thanksgiving with the Eshet Chail is expressed to the woman for her devotion to her husband and children, it is to strengthen the respect between the spouses which is fundamental in order to live a life based on 'observance of the Torah (which, as we have seen is symbolized dall'acrostico) within the household from which depends the whole "world" spiritual Jew.
Read in this way our first song becomes an act of gratitude due to his wife and the foreshadowing of the other ideal woman who is committed for the sake of his house (vv. 11-18) and for the good of society (v. 19). His actions and his valuable advice and thus becomes the fundamental reason of pride for her husband and children who feel instinctively inclined to praise in public for his wisdom and the work of his hands that know no idleness (vv. 20-29). Faced with these virtues even physical beauty loses its importance and is no longer the true cause of love and desire (vv. 30-31)
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and Finally ....
Maria woman working for Don Tonino Bello
Who knows how many times I read it without emotions, the other night, though, that phrase of the Council, reported in the image of the Madonna, I thought that was so bold, I went to the source to check its authenticity.
Exactly. In the fourth paragraph of the Vatican II decree on the lay Conci1io it says verbatim: "Mary lived a life on earth is common to all, full of family concerns and work."
Meanwhile, Maria lived on earth.
not in the clouds. His thoughts were not far-fetched. His gestures were as living room forced the perimeters of concrete things. Although
1'estasi 1'esperienza to whom God had often called her, he felt relieved from the trouble of actually standing on the ground.
Far from the abstractions of visionaries such as the avoidance of disgruntled or the joints of the illusionists, doggedly kept the home in terrible newspaper.
But there's more: He lived a life common to all.
Similar, that is, the life of a neighbor. He drank the water of the same well. Pounded the corn in the same mortar. He sat in the cool of the same courtyard. She, too, get tired in the evening after a day's work. Even one day she said to her: "Mary, you're doing white hair." Is reflected, then, the fountain and she felt the yearning of all women, when they realize that youth is touching.
The surprises, however, are not finished, because to know that Mary's life was filled with family concerns and work like ours, it makes this creature so tenant with human labor, to make us suspect that our painful ordinariness should not be so trivial as we think.
Yes, she too has had its problems of health, economics, relationships, adaptation. Who knows how many times has returned from the washroom with a headache, or lost in thought because Joseph for several days in the shop did not have a lot of work.
Who knows how many doors he knocked on asking a few day's work for his Jesus, season in the mills.
Who knows how many afternoons he sadly consumed in turning the already threadbare coat of Joseph, and make a coat for her son not to deface one of the companions of Nazareth.
Like all wives, she has also had moments of crisis in the relationship with her husband, to whom, with taciturn 'was not always have understood the silence.
Like all mothers, has been spying on her as well, including fears and hopes, in the folds of her son tumultuous adolescence.
Like all women, she also tried the pain of not being understood, even by the two greatest loves he had on earth. It will be afraid to disappoint them. Or not up to the role.
E, dissolved in tears after the ordeal of an immense solitude, have finally found the prayer of all, the joy of a super-human communion.
Santa Maria, a woman working, maybe you can understand that our own folly of bring you back within the boundaries of 'experience down to earth, we live well, is not the sign of desecrating mode.
If for a moment dare to take off the halo, it is because we want to see how beautiful you are bareheaded.
If you turn off the spotlight on you, it is because we seem to better measure the omnipotence of God, behind the shadows of your flesh has hidden sources of light.
We know that you were destined to sail high seas. But if they force you to sail along the coast, it is not because we want to reduce you to the levels of our coasting trade. It's because, seeing you so close to the beaches of our discouragement, we can grasp the consciousness of being called upon us to venture well, like you, in the oceans of freedom.
Santa Maria, a woman working, help us to understand that the most fruitful chapter of theology is not what puts you in the Bible or the Fathers, or the spirituality of the liturgy, dogmas or art. But that's what you place inside the house of Nazareth, where pots and between frames, between tears and prayers, including balls of yarn and rolls of Scripture, you have experienced, throughout the thickness of your natural femininity, joy without malice, without bitterness desperation, starts without returning.
Santa Maria, a woman working, deliver us from the nostalgia of the epic, and teach us to consider life as the site where you build the story of salvation.
loosens the moorings of our fears, because we can experience as you surrender to the will of God in the folds of time and prosaic in the agonies of slow hours.
And back to walk discreetly with us, or extraordinary creature in love with normality, which, before being crowned Queen of Heaven have swallowed the dust of our poor land.
Exactly. In the fourth paragraph of the Vatican II decree on the lay Conci1io it says verbatim: "Mary lived a life on earth is common to all, full of family concerns and work."
Meanwhile, Maria lived on earth.
not in the clouds. His thoughts were not far-fetched. His gestures were as living room forced the perimeters of concrete things. Although
1'estasi 1'esperienza to whom God had often called her, he felt relieved from the trouble of actually standing on the ground.
Far from the abstractions of visionaries such as the avoidance of disgruntled or the joints of the illusionists, doggedly kept the home in terrible newspaper.
But there's more: He lived a life common to all.
Similar, that is, the life of a neighbor. He drank the water of the same well. Pounded the corn in the same mortar. He sat in the cool of the same courtyard. She, too, get tired in the evening after a day's work. Even one day she said to her: "Mary, you're doing white hair." Is reflected, then, the fountain and she felt the yearning of all women, when they realize that youth is touching.
The surprises, however, are not finished, because to know that Mary's life was filled with family concerns and work like ours, it makes this creature so tenant with human labor, to make us suspect that our painful ordinariness should not be so trivial as we think.
Yes, she too has had its problems of health, economics, relationships, adaptation. Who knows how many times has returned from the washroom with a headache, or lost in thought because Joseph for several days in the shop did not have a lot of work.
Who knows how many doors he knocked on asking a few day's work for his Jesus, season in the mills.
Who knows how many afternoons he sadly consumed in turning the already threadbare coat of Joseph, and make a coat for her son not to deface one of the companions of Nazareth.
Like all wives, she has also had moments of crisis in the relationship with her husband, to whom, with taciturn 'was not always have understood the silence.
Like all mothers, has been spying on her as well, including fears and hopes, in the folds of her son tumultuous adolescence.
Like all women, she also tried the pain of not being understood, even by the two greatest loves he had on earth. It will be afraid to disappoint them. Or not up to the role.
E, dissolved in tears after the ordeal of an immense solitude, have finally found the prayer of all, the joy of a super-human communion.
Santa Maria, a woman working, maybe you can understand that our own folly of bring you back within the boundaries of 'experience down to earth, we live well, is not the sign of desecrating mode.
If for a moment dare to take off the halo, it is because we want to see how beautiful you are bareheaded.
If you turn off the spotlight on you, it is because we seem to better measure the omnipotence of God, behind the shadows of your flesh has hidden sources of light.
We know that you were destined to sail high seas. But if they force you to sail along the coast, it is not because we want to reduce you to the levels of our coasting trade. It's because, seeing you so close to the beaches of our discouragement, we can grasp the consciousness of being called upon us to venture well, like you, in the oceans of freedom.
Santa Maria, a woman working, help us to understand that the most fruitful chapter of theology is not what puts you in the Bible or the Fathers, or the spirituality of the liturgy, dogmas or art. But that's what you place inside the house of Nazareth, where pots and between frames, between tears and prayers, including balls of yarn and rolls of Scripture, you have experienced, throughout the thickness of your natural femininity, joy without malice, without bitterness desperation, starts without returning.
Santa Maria, a woman working, deliver us from the nostalgia of the epic, and teach us to consider life as the site where you build the story of salvation.
loosens the moorings of our fears, because we can experience as you surrender to the will of God in the folds of time and prosaic in the agonies of slow hours.
And back to walk discreetly with us, or extraordinary creature in love with normality, which, before being crowned Queen of Heaven have swallowed the dust of our poor land.
Mary, Queen of the New Covenant, the Mother of the Good Shepherd, pray for us!
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