FIRST SUNDAY OF ADVENT
Saturday 18:45 I just finished the Mass before the First Sunday of Advent. We lit the first of six candles which will mark our progress towards Christmas. I hasten to return to the chapel before dinner, where I convened a group of guys with whom I speak, I want to take inspiration from the fact that today begins the new liturgical year to invite them to share in a year that has not begun in the best way I found a reference to a show and a quote from Four Quartets by TS Eliot that seem interesting. The boys are there, answered the call.
19.30 pm The meeting is over, but did not go as hoped. Maybe I talked too much and I did not leave them time to express themselves, perhaps one of them is going through major transformations that need time to be accomplished. However I am not happy and we are left with a certain tension. Luckily there is a concert tonight in the church of Baroque music, with one of my favorite authors.
22:45 am The concert was nice but not enough to erase my troubles, I turn the phone I find a message from a girl who tells me his unease about meeting early evening, but then greet me with kindness and that helps. I am going to rest, I foresee a bit 'agitated.
Sunday 8:45 am I woke up early enough, yet with a certain malaise, got ready for good (on Sundays I try to be a bit 'more presentable than usual, it seems to me that the Christian people have a right to what) I did breakfast, I told the praise with the mind still in the wrong meeting yesterday. Now go on the oratory for the withdrawal of children from fourth grade, the First Communion. I
walk straight in S., who is entering with his inseparable friend, G.; as soon as I see has a strange reaction, I can not interpret. Within the secretary and the two friends follow me; S. has something in his hand is a gift for me. I think it's for my 5 years as a priest and instead is for Christmas, with a little 'in advance, read the accompanying information on the ticket, and while I thank you closer, as if to embrace me, but then just for some support now head to the side of my person with a gesture that surprises me is that I recognize full of pure and natural so that their children and so rare, though not impossible, in large.
The gift is an angel who plays the harp and bring a candle, I see this gift in a real grace and ask God that the voice of his angels and the light of his words can guide our journey to Bethlehem.
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