Crypt - Crypt - COMMUNITY Dear friends, I come to express my feelings about what happened last night. Much water has flowed since the night last night until this morning, at my house. I tell you this because I was sad and entered the night with great silence, all seemed to collapse and I was unable to step earth after the experience.
How difficult is that people change their mentality. In the crypt was this. I recently saw, but I listened and was attentive to what they said, the gestures and attitudes of the people who were near me.
Then when it ended (for us ...), Daniel and I went to dinner at a place known: Lomitos 348. After a long time, we realized that it was Carlos Ñañez accompanied by two men. We looked and felt we had to say something, Daniel could not contain the urge to express disagreement and came to the table of the Lord. We do not record what Daniel said at the time, because we were very tense ... but I can remember something like this: "... I was participating in the crypt of that meeting and after seeing what happened there, I'm embarrassed by what is happening in the church in Cordoba, I'm having dinner with my family and for fifteen minutes I am thinking about coming to say what I feel ... I understand it is not easy to make a decision and that you and I are men with the right to be wrong, but the measure taken should ponder a bit more and I as a Catholic and Cordoba I feel so embarrassed ... You should review what you are doing ... "At first Ñañez
was unfazed, but then he could see Daniel and got a little nervous when understood that the disagreement was the reason for their approach.
Today, I just received and read the mails, whose message I want to share with you all because I think it is good for the occasion, I adhere to the thought of this man, Joseph Arredondo that can help us continue to think together and continue creating what continue this way of being church and not be scattered like lost sheep.
A brotherly hug and hopeful. Adriana Sarmiento
Easter Mira José Arregui, theologian
El Blog de José Arregui They were to announce a rabbi who had come to the Kingdom of God. The rabbi opened the window, leaned out and said: "Not true, I do not see anything has changed." What he saw was contrary to the presence of the Kingdom, and is difficult to refute what meets the eye. But does the rabbi saw everything? Another rabbi, opening the window and looking out, could have said: "It is true, has already arrived. Behold the Kingdom. The fields are green, the birds breed, children play, the heart goes, the poor are raised, the wounds heal, forgive enemies. For the kingdom of God. My own eyes see it. "
We would like the second rabbi was right, and the pessimism of the former was nothing more than a defect vision. However, since our regret, we understand all too well the skepticism of the former, it is written that when the Kingdom, the tears disappear. But the tears are gone, and sometimes one has the impression that, on the contrary, the ocean of tears and bitterness does nothing but grow. There are too scared and error, deception and theft too, too much violence and hunger, war is the worst hunger-gleefully confessing that God is and say Amen and celebrate the Passover, celebrate Life.
Given the size of the passion of the world, the believer's faith can not but take time to grieve, all the time it takes before exclaimed the third day, as Mary of Magdala: "Rabbuni, master." On the third day, not later than forty-eight hours, but at any moment, "the crucial moment-when the eyes open. In the Bible there are dozens of events happening "on the third day": the moment beyond time and nearer, we see and palpate that God is the beating heart of the world and that it is already different from what we see that the Kingdom is already present, that Easter dawns that life resurrects whenever it is delivered.
That is the "third day", which is any day, but only if it is. Easter did not happen once, for two thousand years. Increasingly, life reborn, life and rebirth is constantly before our eyes. There are only looking at the spring. Precisely, Easter was originally a spring festival twice: a farmers' party celebrating the new harvest, the new yeast, the new bread, and other pastors party celebrating the multiplication of herds and the lambs playing in the grasslands. Then together the two parties and the party of the nature became party ever, a sacrament of all past and future releases. Each spring full moon announced that the light shines and the night, releasing its way, Easter is through death and their grief. The moon is eye-opening.
But the eyes do not always see. And even when they see, doubt and grief can never disappear until you wipe the last tear, the doubt and grief not only precede but also accompany and follow the confession of the believer, believer and most visionary that is, or precisely because it is. The true faith of the disciple, as the follower, Mary, is humble and sober, restrained. "I do not hold back. Never wants to own. Crosses, walk, go on. See also tears accompany your brothers. " Keep looking and feeling the wounds the wounds, and at the bottom of the tomb, at the bottom of the wounds ... let your eyes look at other sweet eyes full of comfort watching you from beyond the bottom and let the heart give up and rest and lips, insecure and confident, saying simply: "My Lord and my God." And believes without seeing, or is just to believe.
It's true that what is essential is invisible to the eye, but truth is still our eyes are made to see the invisible and only see it when the heart's illuminated from within and from without, yes, from within and from outside . Real thing is invisible, and our eyes are made to see the light of heart. Or the light of faith, or the light of compassion, or the light of hope against hope, call it what you want. With our eyes we see the invisible life in the stem that blooms, tenderness and pain in the eyes looking at us, magic and wonder in the solo flute.
This is how they saw - how else could see? - The Risen Mary in the garden of the tomb at sunrise, Cleopas and his companion and partner - at the Inn at Emmaus in the evening. Not risen Jesus appeared to them otherwise than as appears to us. What happens is that, in Jesus' time, between Jews and Greeks, were abundant stories of apparitions of the living dead, and they also have the Gospels, but today no one can believe such stories to the letter, including those of the gospels. And what would we think that Jesus, for some reasons that are not even in the Gospels, but have made us, he appeared to them in a unique way, "miraculous"? What we call "miracle"? Miracle is not extraordinary, let alone an event that breaks the laws of nature that nobody knows, by God's will "that no one should presume to know. We can not believe in such miracles. But every being is a miracle, if we look, so we see it: as an epiphany of Easter.
Jesus appeared to Mary Magdalene and her companions, but as it appears the life and beauty, pain and tenderness, as are "unwanted eyes I have in my heart drawn." Jesus appeared to them and appears to us as we love the dead appear in the notes and the Heart of God, they are the same. As God appears to us, tenderness and beauty invisible and real, the heart of all reality.
The heart has desires that are not of disdain, if not despair, we want to invade us, that all miracles disappear and that this wonderful world becomes dark and painful. The heart has reasons that reason has to understand. The heart has lights that have open eyes. It is good that the eyes are no longer illuminated by the heart to see the Kingdom, Easter, the crucified living, suffering and resurrecting God in the darkness of all the crosses.
One day, after many days of mourning, Maria and her companions saw that the tomb was empty, all the slabs were not sufficient to stall the release Reign of God and Jesus had announced early in his life, and even on his cross . No need to open the grave, and he needed to disappear from the dead body of Jesus.
How could they open a grave, if it was profane? And what was used to embalm a corpse on the third day, if it was corrupted? Easter faith has nothing to do with such physical events. Easter faith is that illuminates the heart eyes to see that God is always the life company, especially when crucified, that life is transformed forever when it happens, that Easter is already here, even as a seed, like yeast, as the first sheaf. And that "worth dying for Life" (Mercedes Navarro).
Friend, friend, I wish that every day you open the window and exclaim, "Oh! United has arrived. " And, if it is night, you lie quiet because it has already come, and if it's day, you put on your way to getting it. José Arregui
PD. In the next two weeks will not write (for "agenda reasons", as they say). That ye holy peace of Jesus, the living among the living.
To pray. "Do not give up"
not give up, there's still time
of reach and start over, OK
your shadows,
Bury your fears, Free
ballast,
Resume flight.
not give up that life is that,
continue the journey,
Pursue your dreams, Unlock
time
Running the rubble,
and uncover the sky.
not give up, please do not give in,
Although the cold burn, bite
Although fear,
Although the sun goes down, shut
And the wind
There is still fire in your soul Even
there is life in your dreams.
Because life is yours and yours also the desire
Because you wanted to and because I love
Because there is wine and love, is true.
Because there is no cure wounds that time.
Open the doors,
Remove the bolts,
Leaving the walls to protect you,
live life and accept the challenge,
Lost laughter,
Rehearsing a song,
guard down and extend the hands
wings Expand I try again,
Celebrate life and return to heaven.
not give up, please do not give in,
Although the cold burn, bite
Although fear,
Although the sun goes down and shut the wind, yet there
fire in your soul,
There is still life in your dreams
Because every day is a new start
Because this is the time and the best time.
Because you are not alone, because I love you
(Mario Benedetti)
Jack Sparrow sails again. Freed from the company Orlando Bloom and Knightley Keyra , the quirky and irreverent pirate the big screen embarks on a new adventure, looking for the fountain of youth, this time from the hand of English actress Penelope Cruz . 
Tim Powers, which are big words is the author of The Anubis Gates or strength of his gaze . But I love the adventurous spirit that permeates every page and the author's ability to interpret the key fantastic story, recreating the past as it never was, but we would have liked. The result of that passion was the article "Tim Powers: On Stranger Tides Sailor" I wrote in 2005 yearned for Solaris magazine, the Factory of Ideas, at the time that Alberto García-Teresa was editor of it. Alberto was the dream of every writer: a professional who respected your work while good ideas which enriched the final result. I learned a lot and thanks to him, and while my mistakes and shortcomings are mine and mine only, I like to think of something good in the work of Alejandro Caveda is to his credit (and some other people that also appoint in due course). So I want to spend the next entry of the souks where you do an update of that article which, to this day, remains my favorite among all I have written. So goes for you, Alberto , and also by tod @ s you: for being there and support me along the way all these years ... 
