“Love is fire that burns without being seen…”
I have in me this fire that suffocates but gives life!
Fire that in lava flows and sprouts in the most hidden place of my being.
He gave us to eat His Bread and drink His Wine …!
And in this simplicity He made us His most loved and desired Sons by All those who seek Him to Live…!
To live of, with and for His Love…
He is in me, and I in Him.
My heart is the Tabernacle, the Temple of Resurrection.
He is reborn in the deepest wounds of this Brother People.
People who suffer from a Tabernacle open to All.
People who silently scream to ears sickened by ambition.
People with bare feet, feet cracked by the dry and muddy earth.
Thin, dry, strong, well-defined bodies, covered by throbbing veins charged with the same lava that sustains me.
The difference between us is none, the tears, the smiles, the pains, the sighs muffled in hands filled with hope and desire for Love. They are equal, the same, authentically the same.
There are many times that I see you in the red and warm flesh of the wounds that I try to care for with the touch of my hands.
With tenderness and delicacy I tuck your pain in my breast and let my heart cry, for it is You who present yourself to me in the faces of the daddy, mama, children…
Inequality, indifference, selfishness, mutilated human rights leave me completely disintegrated…!!!
The weight of my reality increases my capacity for discernment and resilience.
With much affection I wrap with white cloth impregnated with your balm of love, your wounds that are also mine…!
There are many times that in my consciousness I have present the “No” to your call.
But here I am, Lord, at your disposal, give me the tools to work in the harvest of your vast and great Love…”.
The mission is done in “All” the Places where “You” are…!!!
Cristina Sousa, Comboni Lay Missionary in Mongoumba
