How many times have I heard this Gospel passage. And how many times I "pretended to understand" ... But I think that at last these words do not resonate more abstract, remote from reality, as a policy announcement to great heroes, saints and ascetics. These words are now engraved in my heart with concrete images of ordinary people, lively, happy, agitated, which were found together in a strange amalgam to spend a few days together.
The frame was that of the Alps from Brescia, in a valley almost forgotten by all, and perhaps also why the Office of the charm of his nature (or almost). The reason for the coexistence of the desire to celebrate the end of one year and the beginning of the new one a few days of celebration and sport.
But the true beauty of these days was not the wealth of special effects, the sophistication of the food (although exceptional in their simplicity), the luxury of the clothes or the charm of amazing fireworks.
None of this, much more: the real beauty is was the joy of being together, with nothing in between, without the joy of another drug could simply be together. Some play, the simple ones, but they do work together and laugh, two burners, just because it took a bit 'of dance music and draw the first fast-paced party and then danced the reasons already hundreds and hundreds of times in the days speakers and summer festivals in oratory. Simple things, but with a real spirit of brotherhood and sharing have made these fabulous days.
And do not believe that the people involved are people outside the world of high school students or professional institutions, such as members of university engineering rather than medicine, workers and volunteers together with educators, with some seminarian and a group of parents of families who, instead of passing the much-agonists vacation days in idleness, which sometimes becomes bored, they decided to leave for six days of hard work in the kitchen, behind the scenes to feed hordes of hungry guys, going home tired and hungry. Do not think that these are boys and girls out of this world, they know the fun or recklessness (watch them jump on the rail on a snowboard or ski down black runs that would shake experienced racers; listen to unleash a musical repertoire that would be the envy David Guetta or Axl Rose, as the case ...), do not think that people are sad, unable to understand or appreciate the bombastic and incredible stress that our society presents to us about how one form of entertainment. And do not even believe that these people should ask you about the most difficult or controversial issues of religion or ethics of human life.
"simple", like the lilies, they are able to appreciate the simple things, in fact, the real ones, that do not need fiction or tricks that matte (capacity, this, that unfortunately we are losing more and more): a mountain snow, a panorama, a card game or a good chat.
SIMPLY
But sometimes this way of doing it is the most difficult one that requires less mediation, less processing, less sweetened. What takes more stripping and showing us the other for what we really are, without the possibility of hiding.
I'd be like the lilies of the field.
But now I know sixty-five of these lilies and they know I have a lot to learn!
THANKS
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