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Love for deceased loved ones goes beyond the barrier of time

The wind of prayer rekindles the light of grace and communion with God. Eternal life is "the moment of endless love". It is an infinite moment in which God envelops us with his embrace of love. In human language we must resort to the experience of our eyes when they look at the tenderness of two lovers, or like a child attached to his mother's breast who fixes his little eyes in his mother's eyes to have, in addition to milk, the comfort of her smile and her benevolence. The catechism of the Catholic Church states that Purgatory is not so much a place, but a condition of quivering nostalgia in fully possessing that light that we have momentarily lost due to our fragility and our sins. Our relationship with the deceased does not cease at the moment of their death, but the sacrament of baptism, which unites us with the risen Christ, keeps these bonds of communion firm. Our love for our deceased loved ones goes beyond the barrier of time. Our journey of conversion, prayer, fasting and good works for the benefit of our needy brothers and sisters is like a wind that blows on the fire of God's love that embraces and warms our dearly departed and allows them to participate to the joy of divine light.

Fifty years ago the news reported Paul VI's desire to celebrate the Eucharist in the Cenacle, but he was not allowed to. Pope Montini, however, stopped at the threshold of the Cenacle hall and fulfilled his desire to renew communion with Jesus in a few moments. A look veiled in sadness which hid the desire to imitate the apostle John, to bend over Jesus' chest and listen to the beatings of his merciful heart, but he was not allowed to.

by Mario Carrera

«There is a very deep source within me. In that spring there is God. Sometimes I manage to reach it, more often it is covered with stone and sand: in that moment God is buried." These are words of the young Jewish Etty Hillesum, written in the Auschwitz concentration camp, which resonated in her memory when I heard Pope Francis speak about the joy of the priest. This adventure of total self-giving to God and others as a source of joy sometimes seems a little dull.