Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners.
- → The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children, sprouts of the origin of God, of the father, and not as sinners.
- → You are not sinners, you are children, creatures and mine.
- → Remember in a delicate, sweet way that the father is love, he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children, love and loved ones.
- → 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.
Relative arguments