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THE STORY OF A SON


THE FIFTH DAY
The story of a son who never stopped being a son


Today was a day of celebration in the depths of me! As if the Lord said to me: come and follow me and I wanted nothing more than to go at once. As if he were to ask me: do you love me? And I were to reply: oh Lord, you know everything, you know that I love you, even though I'm fragile and uncertain.

I carry a suitcase on my back and a gift available for a surprise, with the excellence and rigor with which I was once called by name. Is this growing up?

I carry in me the thirst, the flocking birds and the sound of the water passing through the soil.

To follow the Lord, I trusted. Children are made from trust.

That's why I let go, leave behind, receive, find... I let go of the accessory to receive the essential. I lose some routines to gain new habits. I leave the cradle to expand my heart to new bonds, new commitments, new hours.

Gone are the fears to gain certainties. Let go of certainties to gain faith.

To follow the Lord, I walk with him. I need someone to remind me of his stories and help me walk the paths of truth.

To follow the Lord, I speak to him and say softly: My Lord, you have given me you, teach me to be a son and to serve you in spirit and in truth. I want to get my heart used to running along your paths, whether on clear days or cloudy days, when I forget that one day I was thirsty and found the spring. Or rather, that one day I was thirsty and the fountain found me.

Finally, in order to follow the Lord, I keep the peace he has given me and move onwards, upwards.

Text by Verónica Benedito, asm
Voice of Fausto Raínho Ferreira


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