Announce to the rich, the poor, everyone, my kingdom, my word, the truth, that I, the Lord, love all of you, and will draw all to me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
- → These words are full, not empty, full of love.
- → This is eternal truth, divine word, will of God.
- → This word is my blessing.
- → Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
- → The world has managed to make too many of your words meaningless.
Relative arguments