... the cell is a great place to learn to know each other, realistically and regularly to explore their mental and emotional processes. In assessing our progress as individuals, we tend to focus on external factors such as social status, influence and popularity, wealth and education level. This is important, of course, I assess a person's success in matters material and is perfectly understandable that many strive for this. However, internal factors are perhaps even more crucial to assess our development as human beings, honesty, sincerity, simplicity, humility, selfless generosity, lack of vanity, willingness to help others - quality available to anybody - are the foundation of spiritual life. One concrete development in this regard is inconceivable without serious introspection, without a thorough knowledge of themselves, their weaknesses and mistakes. If nothing else, the cell offers the opportunity to observe their behavior every day to remove what is wrong in us to consolidate what is good. Meditate regularly, say for 15 minutes a day at bedtime, it may be very useful in this regard. At first it may seem difficult to define the negative aspects of their lives, but the 10th attempt could bring unexpected fruits. Never forget that a saint is a sinner who never stops trying to improve.
"The usual Monaco, locked in his cell, which reflects and writes it so has nothing else to do." "But instead of praying, why not dig up the ground or do something" concrete "?". "But the life he knows, there closed one of its four walls? He just did not keep families and mortgages to pay. " Li
already imagine the thoughts of many who read this have heard what these words reach the deep, but recognizing the power, have well thought out to defend their impact unpredictably impulsive parandosi behind assessments moralistic, prejudicial, sharp enough to cut the wall of indifference or nonchalance that sometimes we build around our hearts to avoid penetrating too well and know enough to make us afraid. And we can say without shame, so we are naturally inclined to defend ourselves in this way. Yes, because sometimes they know the end is scary; recognize themselves in those aspects that we like less, we do not want to have, that makes us contemptible in the eyes of others makes us afraid, terrify us, to the extent that makes it better not to know at the bottom to avoid to run into these monsters of sincerity.
But when a man gets to know each other well enough not to be afraid of those facets that lie behind the sharp corners of his heart not to emerge or not to be discovered, as well as accept them or know them better, they return to those before him have them known and accepted, then this same man grows, it becomes truly man, picks up every grain of his life and uses this sand to mix the bricks that mark his journey, which accompany his steps. If we had not the courage to know we will never so much to deepen our relationship with ourselves as to be able to baste each other (much less to do with God). But that life is a life lived only for himself, without reference to our brothers and sisters, with no interaction? It is the life of that bunch that broke off from the vine, can no longer bear fruit, but dies dried by the sun and parched with thirst of a sap that can no longer feed him.
Sometimes we like to live in a world where there is no need to deal with others, at least to avoid having to put in play. Sometimes we'd be on a deserted island to avoid having to account to anyone of us. But then, if we think we can ever be truly alone? Deep down, we know, by yourself you can never be: there will always be a myriad of memories, expectations, ideas that we can never erase and with which we must always deal and we will always be us, each of us, indelible and inescapable, with whom we will always do the accounts, the same can not leave me alone. Because any decision we take, this implies an inevitable consequence for those who get it and also for those who stand beside him.
So what's the life of Monaco, who prays from his cubicle, and it seems so far away from the world? It makes sense because maybe that's just the person not far from the world that we can be. Perhaps he is the man that the world is the fertile manure, without which no flowers could bloom. Perhaps it is his presence, his prayer, his commitment silent and invisible which makes it possible for many of us to go forward beyond the struggles of life, to find a strength unexpected and unimaginable when it seems that nothing is on our side. It is the one on his shoulder as they fall so much hard work in the world, and the hoe, that we would take him in hand to make them understand what it means to "live" and "work" actually is the same that he uses to prepare for life our passage: If we do not have to plow whenever this is necessary, perhaps it is thanks to those who do it before we arrive!
Ah, I forgot, those lines were written not just a man "outside world", that life does not know it, no worries. Were written by a young Nelson Mandela in 1975, a dozen years after being arrested for his efforts against African racial policies. They were written to his wife Winnie from the Kroonstad prison cell where he spent twenty-seven many years of his life. And of course the weight of the hoe man who knew him well as he knew the weight of the chains at the wrists and, above all, the soul, the weight of hatred and misunderstanding human, born in those who preferred not to know the deepest recesses of his heart but remain in light, where everything seems more beautiful. And did not notice the darkness that enveloped the rest of his soul.
In these days of special oppression, in which hate There seems to be closer because it affects some of our Christian brethren a few hundred kilometers from our house, we think perhaps a better understanding of the weight of all this, there seems to be closer to those who live in daily fear of war, side by side with terrorism, victims of hunger, oppression or injustice. And we wonder how strong the love that overcomes all of this and that restores freedom, true, that without deciding that others do for us, even when it is difficult and the consequences of this freedom are unpleasant. These days we mentioned just that: a God who became man in spite of the consequences of his love would bring him to suffer and how many he had friends. But love alone generates more love and can not be afraid to love. Even when love means having to go through the shadows of our hearts. But we can count on an inextinguishable light that will never leave us ...
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