My Resurrection Cry
This is my Resurrection cry.
I would wish for all the Guides of the world to fall in love with our blessed God and Father. I want all the workshop participants of the world to see the guides as holily fanatical about our God, and that they, the participants, would be infected by that divine madness.
I want a sacred fire, a burning mysticism, to take hold and ignite the hearts of all the TOV guides in the world. I want to make the words of the Lord vehemently my own: “I have come to bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!”
I would wish for our Guides to be people swept away by the true God. And the true God is essentially freedom and Easter. The one who pulls us out of our inner tranquility and throws us into the whirlwind of life, of love, and of service: He launches us to the four winds to say that God is the incomparable, the formidable… There is no word in the dictionary that can express Him: He is beyond every word, every name, the nameless one.
Open the doors, my children, and let our Father God pass into the territories of your intimacy. There, declare Him the absolute owner and eternal Lord of all your horizons; and then you will see how strong and joyful you will feel.
For my part, I will not grow tired of demanding and shouting, uniformly and monotonically, that my only dream, my only longing, is that all the Guides of the world—beginning with myself—come to be, that we arrive at being, step by step, but without pause and resolutely, friends of the Lord, in love with Jesus Christ, saints and fanatics for our God.
This is my Resurrection cry.
And how ardently I desire that my Lord, in His limitless power, performs the miracle so that this “cry” awakens all those sleeping in the grave of coldness, and raises them to the splendor of resurrection and life! Amen. Alleluia.
Taken from the “Circular Letters,” “Circular Number 5” by Father Ignacio Larrañaga.