Perhaps there have always been wars.
Some still have memories of what our parents and grandparents endured, two world warsone dictatorship, horror And fear. They didn’t give in, they built the country we live in, stubbornly trust. It seems impossible to us from the stories handed down that the word hope has always accompanied their days misery And anguish.
Perhaps there have always been wars, but global sentiment, especially in Europewhere we had forgotten the war, is an expectation of impending disasters. The well-known expression of “Third World War in pieces” coined by Pope Franciswhich seemed effective but perhaps simplistic and exaggerated to us, today sounds prophetic, tragically realist. Because that desire to is falling apart buildOf uniteOf keep togetherOf create community. It’s falling apart there hopewhich is not an illusory and inevitable impulse towards tomorrow. That “we hope!” which instead hides resignation or more often mistrust.
Fingers crossed is not hopemake spells by waving red croissants it’s not hoping. You can only hope for one well-founded certainty: I hope because I give myself and entrust my worries. I hope against hopedespite my small and sad heart, because I couldn’t live otherwise. Hoping is the only key to livingand not for get by. For createFor loveFor build with new bricks on the rubble. The mothers of soldiers at wareven they, hope that the peace sweeten their pain, which new children can still give smiles.
I hope that the hope comfort and support the broken soul of Cecilia Salacourageous girl and journalist segregated by a infamous regimecruel, who has done and continues to do so much harm to his people and to the desire to peace of the world. I hope first of all for her and for what she represents: the strength of truthof theinnocencedel sacrifice. And I hope that her time broken by an obscene imprisonment does not bend her and is not in vain.
But why the pain let it not be in vain, we have to hope yes, but on one certainty. There hope takes the hand wedding ringbut without faith, it is a loser and vain. Being able to have the clear gaze of Piergiorgio Frassatiholy in this holy year of hope, the most modern of saints: «The future is in the hands of God and it couldn’t go better than this.” He believed it and he sowed daring, charity, serenity in every moment of his young life. We, who are not saints, can at least give ourselves to him, and to those like him, in the fullness of his mental faculties, who look at the Tomorrow with the luminous certainty that to a person, son of Godwe care.
