Paolo Cugini
Here are my mother and my
brothers! For whoever does the will of God is my brother, and sister, and
mother (Mk 3:35).
Truly I say to you: do not
make one flesh and one name your eternal idol. The walls of your father's house
are not the boundaries of the world, nor is the blood that flows in your veins
a chain that binds the spirit to immobility. Hear the voice crying out in the
wilderness of the present: family relationships are not absolute.
The time will come, and this
is it, when you will have to invest only in what generates life here and now.
Don't be fooled by the myth of lineage: blood ties are not a destiny written in
the stars. They become sacred only when cultivated in the garden of care and
meaning, but what has remained barren, what has become a prison, can and must
be let go. Without guilt, without looking back.
Whoever walks in search of the
Mystery must wear the sandals of freedom. You cannot scale the summit of the
Infinite if you are weighed down by obligations that no longer have a soul. At
a certain point on the journey, the prophet within you will demand the courage
to step out: abandon the hearth that no longer warms, break the seals of bonds
that were necessary for your birth, but now prevent you from becoming.
Here is the new alliance: a
brotherhood born not from the womb, but from the direction of your steps. You
will meet brothers and sisters along the way, not because you share the same
last name, but because you gaze at the same Horizon. They will be traveling
companions for a season or a moment; relationships as intense as flames that
will then, gently, fade away so that the journey can continue.
Don't necessarily seek truth
on the path home. The Light of Mystery does not dwell in the past, but guides
your steps toward the unknown. It demands radical freedom, for only those who
are truly free can discern the direction.
Go, then: let the dead bury
the dead, and follow the luminous trail that calls. For your true family is
made up of those who, like you, have had the courage to lose themselves in
order to find themselves in the Whole.
Yes, listen: the day has come
when the Spirit blows where it wills, and those who have ears to hear must drop
their old armor. Do not be afraid of being wayfarers without a homeland,
because the Kingdom is not reserved for those who stay, but for those who dare
to leave. The promised land is not found by grasping one's roots, but by
spreading the wings of the heart over unknown depths.
Don't be like those who, out
of fear of loneliness, build ever thicker walls around bonds that are no longer
there. True blessing comes to those who, in the night, have the courage to
leave safe harbor to chase a flash of lightning on the horizon. Remember:
Abraham too was called to leave his father's house, and only thus did he become
the father of multitudes.
Be bold in welcoming brothers
and sisters born not from blood, but from the same dream. Be mothers of every
gesture that generates life, fathers of every word that opens paths. In this
time, when the desert seems to advance and certainties crumble like sand
between the fingers, sowers of meaning will recognize their fellow men in the
smile of a stranger, in an unexpected embrace, in the compassion that
transcends every boundary.
And when you feel alone,
remember: those who trust in the Invisible are never abandoned. In the twists
and turns of the path, the echo of the Spirit will reach you, and you will
understand that no chain is strong enough to restrain those called to freedom.
For the true bond that binds is that of shared hope, of burning faith, of love
that knows no bounds.
So be bold pilgrims, bearers
of a new fire. And when all seems lost, there, beyond the blood, you will
discover the family of open hearts, the communion of seekers, the house without
walls, where the Mystery awaits those who recognize the voice calling from the
future.