What A Wonderful Thing It Is To Be Loved

Every born-again Christian has the obligation and honor to support God’s work in a systematic way, as an attempt to reconcile with the past and what has remained there.

I met on the street a very poor young man who loved. He had an old hat, gnawed clothes, pierced elbows. His boots were full of water and his heart was full of stars.

What a wonderful thing it is to be loved ! There is only one thing that is more wonderful: to love ! The heart, passing through love, becomes heroic. It is made up only of purity. It rests only on that which is great and high. No unworthy thought can sprout in it, just as nettles cannot grow on a glacier. The high and serene soul, untouched by low passions and emotions, which dominates the life and shadows of this world, madness, lies, hatreds, vanities, misery, lives in the blue of the sky and feels only the deep and subterranean shaking of destiny, as the top of the mountains feel the earthquakes.

The sun would go out if no one loved anymore.

Deep hearts, wise spirits, take life as God made it ! It is a long ordeal, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This destiny, the true one, begins in man with the first step inside the tomb. Then something comes before your eyes and eternity begins to be seen. Think of this word: eternity. The living see the duration. Only the dead see eternity. Until then, love and suffer, hope and think.

Woe to him who loved only the body, forms, appearances. Death will take everything from him. He will be forgotten and lose his immortality. Try to love souls, you will find their body. *

Is the lucidity that the depths of the soul in which you meet God brings to you the form in which your introspective gaze is exercised on a broken, ruined, but not hopeless destiny?

The only power that propels man to another level, to maturity, to faith, to the peak of intelligence, during a life that the generous soul receives through repentance, is the virtue of purity. In this direction, the road seems to be prepared not so much by that poverty which can bring you down to the last step, and you can become the last bastard because of it. But of poverty that can turn necessity into virtue, becoming an answer to the question: how much can I force myself to resist the pain and vanity of the world?

Studying the phenomenon of poverty as a human fact on a large scale, researching both good and bad hearts, believers and unbelievers, regardless of working with one’s own intellectual and spiritual cultivation, seems like a kind of book you want to read without a pencil in your hand, without emphasizing the most important aspects of responsibility: the justification of the facts and their verifiability. You can’t read without paying attention to yourself, without understanding the experience of others, just as you can’t read much without getting your eyes tired at all.

Can authentic power spring from the ability to see value in apparent 'nothing' and transform it into essence, so that your existence becomes a reflection of a destiny that fulfills your inner calling?

The work is worth more than the man, said the painter Eugene Delacroix. And I think he was not wrong, because the most important aspects of your own version of being, in the face of values that can help you succeed in life (such as fairness, freedom, truth, goodness, dignity, openness, involvement), must be passed through the filter of a healthy mind and a sensitive heart. The work of your evolution from materiality to spirituality is based on the use of the full potential of transforming anxieties and stressful moments in life into a creative way to rediscover yourself and find out what you can do to feel fulfilled.

Here is the difference between men, according to the depth of the soul, and nothing can differentiate it more than the encounter with God in the unknown. Some accept poverty as a good opportunity for evolution, finding the strength to do the true work of God that is closely related to the nature of the mind, the nature of its own, intellectual-creative force.

Wealth makes the young man lazy, dries him of any purpose. In youth, only poverty, purity, and hope are the basic aids in the effort to receive God’s work. And true faith comes down to science: discovery, creation, invention, and reinvention. Only youth makes change, old age only masks it.

The work of the entire human Christian system conforms to the maturity and virtue of purity, forcing in a realistic way the act of man to be great through the ability to remember the life of his soul subject to the ideal of forgiveness, to shine in the dark, to transform suffering into power and wisdom.

What A Wonderful Thing It Is To Be Loved By God not so much for your humble condition, but for overcoming this condition by faith. And faith is a long trial, an incomprehensible preparation for a powerful destiny, capable of blurring the line between triumph and convulsive weeping, and extending the eternal union between dream and reality.

* Note: Victor Hugo - The Miserables, State Literature Publishing House for Literature and Art, 1960.