De Diligendo Deo ~

The notion of Jesus Christ, a man, as being God deprives me, blurs out, a conception of God as the Father, Creator, Love Itself. That idea of God as God lifts me away from this world, from history, to a higher, mysterious realm where I naturally place Him and sensibly long for Him.

Suffering ~

Those on crutches would look me in the face and greet; the healthy ones would pass me by.

Words ~

She turned to me and said: did you ever notice? Flowers don't speak.

Searching ~ Finding

Look for Him not in books, nor in discouse. Look in your heart.