When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves, to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more, I, the Lord, present myself, call you by name and ask you for love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My children don 't feel loved .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ 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 .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments