Fernando met on Good Friday, for some fifteen years. He came to be a long time, two decades in the valleys calchaquíes, in the Diocese of Cafayate. Preached about the need for silence, which was itself a fine contradiction, which fielded with the mastery that after all recognize as usual. The health prevented him from staying in Mills and Augustine when his superiors offered him to choose where I wanted to go, asked to be a place where he could devote particular confession. "And they sent me here," he concluded with characteristic humor.
Soon I looked in to ask to be my spiritual director. From there we began to follow a path, under the strict program have none. The spiritual life, in their opinion, should not be domesticated. His many teachings are be summarized in one sentence: "God will keep on going", and with it my faith way of life changed forever. The Christian's life made me understand, is reduced to not impede the action of grace, which is already won, even despite ourselves, through the merits of Christ. But this not-doing is perhaps the hardest task that can be imposed to the human spirit, always willing to take the lead. The snake still incessant whistles in our ears provide us with the place of God.
Despite this general impression, every encounter with the seal of the new. The repetition was something particularly feared because it seemed the thing other than God's action that one could imagine. I always had a new perspective to look at my life, already routine, and transform it into something new before my very eyes. Meetings or "interviews" as he liked to call it, lasted about an hour and the last minutes were dedicated to the philosophy. Lit my erratic readings increased my doubts, but always lead to deeper waters. I knew a lot of philosophy and especially knew most importantly, that philosophy has no recent responses.
Then there was the ten o'clock mass on Sunday. Had formed over time a small community that had the disparate wealth. No other activity was between us rather than celebrating the Eucharist in those mornings where Father Fernando us the scriptures and started for us bread. Was such that there lived many times I've come to think of heaven as something like an eternal Sunday morning.
When long illness prevented him say Mass and then meet us, I've been feeling a deep emptiness. When I occasionally cross with those who shared those mornings, I found the same confusion. "Look at them, are like sheep without a shepherd", I thought. Although taught us that only hard one is the Pastor, his eyes betrayed us, the other day when we finally dismissing him. No wept for him, finally freed from his cross, but for us that we should learn to follow this path without a guide.
once told me he was not concerned death and expected to find after that trance with many people wanted and his father (St.) Augustine. His security did not come to examine his life, but an unwavering trust in the mercy of God. If when my time comes I too benefit, I will see to participate in silence in the conversation, which I imagine will last for eternity.
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