All of us are waiting for the Shepherd of the hills to come down with his provision of bread and water, and oil for our burned out lamps and our wounds. And when he has returned, we will see unknown worlds in each other’s eyes; the sterile fig tree at the foot of the ravine will bear sweet fruit; the shepherd will sound his rustic flute and the world will become quiet. The light will battle with the shadows and will conquer them. God will be a breeze on summer evenings. Harvest time will definitely come: time for grape picking, of wedding and of dancing. Cages will be opened, chains will be broken, swords will rust and only plows in vast fields will remain. And childhood will return to our eyes forever in order to let us contemplate the Father clothing the daisies of the fields and feeding the sparrows at the patio.
A joy fills our souls. We have celebrated that Christ is risen. He invites us to live without limits and His triumph over death reminds us once again that He protect us. It’s time to give our trust to God our Father, as Mary did throughout his life.
Let us pray once again with the certainty that God continues to follow our life and ceaselessly whispers to us: “Don’t be afraid! I am with you. To me, you are very dear, and I love you. You are my witness to tell everybody that I am God and I am the one who saves their lives”. (Is 43,1-10)
Come, Lord Jesus!
Based on the book “The Poor One of Nazareth” by Father Ignacio Larrañaga.
