The son who recognizes me knows me in the face, in essence, knows all about me, love in all its truth and fullness.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → Every day their life breaks apart, because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent.
- → The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
- → Go and say that God exists, he is a father, that every man is a son, my son, a creature that belongs to me and will not be forgotten.
- → This bond between you and me has a reason to be, to exist, it must be found, discovered, recognized and lived.
- → I do not speak of the richness of the world, I speak of the richness of the reason for existence and the knowledge of love, which exists from the creation between me and my children.
- → In ogni suo aspetto l'essere di questo mondo implica un pensiero che lo precede, lo fa esistere, lo regola e lo oltrepassa.
- → Every man recognizes my face with love, and so he knows me, the father, all my kingdom and revelation, in which he joins me.
- → Sons, praise, your father is here, rejoice in love, in joy, when I show you my face as father, your joy will be great and your eyes will shine forever.
- → See every brother like my child and my face.
- → I am not division, I create unity, union and light to see my face.
- → My face radiates light everywhere like a bright lighthouse.
Relative arguments