Think also for a moment that you are never alone, that the father is with you, keeps you, that you are very precious.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

→ Think also for a moment that you are never alone, that the father is with you, keeps you, that you are very precious.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.

→ I always accomplish wonder in your life with love.

→ I am not poverty.

→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.

→ I am not a god who gives fault, punishes and does not care of you.
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world, it is not reflected in guilt, it is of the spirit of the father, it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons, it is reflected, it spreads in the love that is not poor, not solitary, not superficial, it is deep, complete, that, if it is already known and possessed, it fills, transforms my son.

→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.

→ 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.

→ Donate as your father gives you.

→ Love as your father loves you.

Recurrences in the text

→ Think also for a moment that you are never alone, that the father is with you, keeps you, that you are very precious.
→ I come in love.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ I always accomplish wonder in your life with love.
→ The greatest wonder I have done is you, my beloved sons.
→ You are mine and marvelous.
→ This love is accomplished and revealed wonder.
→ I am not poverty.
→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
→ You are love.
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world, it is not reflected in guilt, it is of the spirit of the father, it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons, it is reflected, it spreads in the love that is not poor, not solitary, not superficial, it is deep, complete, that, if it is already known and possessed, it fills, transforms my son.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
→ 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.
→ Donate as your father gives you.
→ Love as your father loves you.