"Woe to you also, doctors
of the Law, who load people with unbearable burdens, and those burdens you do
not touch even with a finger!" (Luke 11:46).
Thus speaks the voice that
rises from the folds of history, witness to the days when the Word was fire, a
lamp at the feet of those who sought meaning and a turning point. At the
beginning it was enchanting: those who approached the Word did so with a burning
heart, thirsty for truth. It was like a spring in the desert, a breeze that
opened up paths where we did not dare to set foot, and those who had wandered
in darkness finally found light to illuminate the way.
But be careful! Let no one
say: "I am safe, I have already climbed the peaks!", because the path
of the spirit becomes treacherous right where quietness is confused with peace,
where the Word turns into a letter, and the flame goes out in the warmth of
routine. Here is the problem that grips the doctors of the law: masters of the
Word of God who do not touch it with a finger, guardians of a knowledge that
does not warm the heart, but only the mind. It is not enough to know, it is
necessary to live! so admonishes the wind that shakes the valleys of time. When
the heart settles down, the nostalgia for the aesthetic path emerges: the old
ghosts, never truly defeated, return. They were there, silent in the corner of
the soul, waiting for the opportune moment to invade the scene again. And
behold, the Word, from a transforming force, becomes a mask, rhetoric to
seduce, an instrument for power. Thus Jesus saw in the Pharisees the face of
deception: skillful manipulators, adorned with a beautiful appearance, but empty
inside, intent on using the Word of God to dominate and enrich themselves at
the expense of the poor.
The danger is at the door,
like a thief waiting for nightfall. Every time our conscience lowers its guard,
we too can transform ourselves: be strange, abusive, hidden behind appearances
to conceal the rottenness that slowly accumulates in the soul. Today, as
yesterday, the Word calls us to watch, not to let it fall asleep in the folds
of our indifference. He who has ears, let him hear!
Here, then, is the prophecy:
do not be masters of the Word, but its disciples, do not let the fire go out or
your life become a theater of masks. Walk, seek, scrutinize with the heart; the
Word is alive only if you touch it, only if you let it enter deep inside, where
the truth hurts and heals at the same time. May this be your warning, your
hope, your admonition for those who have climbed the peaks and risk losing
their way in the warmth of a sleeping faith.
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