From the Angelus, Sunday, Aug. 25:
In our day we pass in front of so many
doors that invite us to come in, promising a
happiness which later we realize lasts only
an instant, exhausts itself with no future.
But I ask you: by which door do we want to
enter? And who do we want to let in through
the door of our life? I would like to say
forcefully: let's not be afraid to cross the
threshold of faith in Jesus, to let him
enter our life more and more, to step out of
our selfishness, our closure, our
indifference to others so that Jesus may
illuminate our life with a light that never
goes out. It is not a firework, not a flash
of light! No, it is a peaceful light that
lasts for ever and gives us peace.
Consequently it is the light we encounter if
we enter through Jesus' door.
Of course Jesus' door is a narrow one but
not because it is a torture chamber. No, not
for that reason! Rather, because he asks us
to open our hearts to him, to recognize that
we are sinners in need of his salvation, his
forgiveness and his love in order to have
the humility to accept his mercy and to let
ourselves be renewed by him. Jesus tells us
in the Gospel that being Christians does not
mean having a "label"! I ask you: are you
Christians by label or by the truth? And let
each one answer within him- or herself! Not
Christians, never Christians by label!
Christians in truth, Christians in the
heart. Being Christian is living and
witnessing to faith in prayer, in works of
charity, in promoting justice, in doing
good. The whole of our life must pass
through the narrow door which is Christ.
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