Only the love makes you children loved by me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → To get excited is to bring out of reason and heart what is good or bad for you and live it with me.
- → Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.
- → Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.
- → The desire of me arises in every son from knowledge, thoughts, the heart where I have already placed it, it stands out and spreads itself, makes you desiring with all your strength to be mine, to want me, to stand by and to living with me until you can no longer stay without me.
- → I, the Lord, gently speak to you of my heart, of my reason for you all, I am a father, I do not impose, do not order and gently approach you.
- → My kingdom is certain, founded on the certainty, the love, the unity, the harmony, the peace, the understanding, the delicacy, it is gift of God father, the most high, given not with orders or commands, which starts from me, infinite, light and love.
- → If you don't lead it, your mind imposes on you the contents of the world, sooner or later painful.
- → In this world, material logic imposes itself on man before he is able to defend himself, but it is subjected to destruction, and this painful bond pushes man to seek beyond.
- → I, the Lord, already, every day I walk, I build with you a path of love, I walk with you, I make myself similar to you in walking, I place certainties and you always before me.
- → Build in love.
- → I am with you, I love in this home, I move in you, for you, and I have built this dwelling for me and you.
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → 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.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
Relative arguments