My children are mine, part of me and the best part of me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → My substance is pure and eternal.
- → I wish you precious, special, loved children, I wish you to know me, pass through every doubt with love, making your life clear, pure, joyful to love me, your father and God.
- → Pure and without bounds freedom makes them children.
- → I, the Lord, am infinite beauty, wisdom, pure light, shining, the splendor of the living, of every living, gentle relief, the one who searches the depths of the soul, almighty, eternal, just and source of living water.
Relative arguments