I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

Language: english / italian / spanish / chinese

Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.

→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.

→ The visible does not last.
→ Everything in me is never appearance, it is clarity, purity, true love, manifest essence, reached only in the love between you and me, possible, which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father.
→ Do not love, do not want for you and do not look for things or relationships that are vain, false, empty, apparent, not sincere.

→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.

→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.

→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.

→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.

→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.

→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.

→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.

→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.

→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.

→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

Recurrences in the text

→ I don't want the children to let themselves be taken by the snares of the world, of the flesh, by the flattery of that world that drags them and pushes them not to seek me, not to possess me, not to feel loved.
→ My children have not been created for this world, they have been created for something big, huge, wonderful, and for love towards me and then toward them.
→ The visible does not last.
→ Love surpasses barriers in the world, all sorts of evil and ambiguity.
→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ The Lord God insistently, gently looks at his children projected into the world, knows that his children are paralyzed by a nonexistent mechanism which absorbs them until makes them phantoms and ghosts.
→ Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
→ The father does not resign himself to leaving his children at the mercy of the world, he has planned for each child not to be alone, to have me as a father, love, the beauty of the union of this family that is of the Lord.
→ I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

Relative arguments

world