Christ has no hands, had our hands to do His work today Christ has no other help us to help bring us all to his side. We are the only Bible the indifferent world will read, We are the sinners of the Gospel and the creed of the mockers; We are the ultimate message of the Lord, offered in word and deed; What will happen if the key is wrong? What if the print has faded? What would happen if our hands were employed in a job different from yours? And if our feet were walking in the seduction of sin? What if your lips speak words that he would refuse? How can we hope to help him or welcome him?
God is Doubt, Faith gives us that certainty is superstition. God is not in the books, it is not in churches and temples. God is out teeth and the feelings and the feelings inside and out and so, long as there is life or matter, He is omnipotent and omnipresent. sees him in a gesture but we lose the opulence of a Renaissance chapel frescoed. The salinity in savor of a tear in the figures and we lose a million dollar charity. escapes us when we chase and locates us when we flee.
In my day the military service was compulsory. If you thought the army green or navy blue not do for you, you had two options: either you know someone (a compliant doctor, a general uncle, a priest with good hooks in the Vatican), or click the civil service. I'm not bad at all in green, and we must say that I am not slamming the blue too. At that time, however, that the fear of being different in the middle of a platoon of straight backward and fascistelli (so stop believing altogether free from stereotypes and prejudices) took the better on the indiscreet charm of the currency (in hindsight, and especially with the very physical security and then, maybe today I would make a range of other well, but maybe not: I find myself back in that situation to be able to say with full knowledge of the case).
And so one morning in September I found myself at 'National Deaf body with a dozen boys at least straight, backward and fascistelli of those that I met in the barracks (as proof that idiocy is evenly distributed on the territory) but which-at least-I would not have had to share a shower. We are greeted by Monica, who plays LIS (Italian Sign Language: yeah, why not sign language is a kind of Esperanto for the deaf, but it changes from country to country) and our supervisor for the next twelve months. I remember before I assign the various tasks, trying to explain how our world of infinite shades of hearing was made (in the tone of voice, choice of words, in the way of building phrases) while the one in which we were entering was simple and because there is no direct way to make a sign more beautiful, soft, romantic and polite: a sign is a sign, at most you can change the color of nail varnish.
Simple and direct, like the boy's Silent Triangle, the gay group ENS, who one day said to my companion, virtually with the megaphone (news flash: just because they feel does not mean they are unable to speak), it would be very happy to fuck there on the spot. And to read an approach seems a bit 'rude, but I assure you that it seemed almost romantic feel. I was in that office for a year and have continued to haunt me for another three. Then the relationship is loose and there is no return. Mea culpa. Every time I happen to think that it would be nice to say things that one thinks with the same frankness, without too many filters and barriers. A little 'as beat him towards the end of the video message for her boyfriend.
Christ has no tongue but our tongue to tell men He died as 
We must accept that determine the existence of God has nothing to do with the love he has for us and that we should have toward Him, God is not a person, a being or a thing that exists or does not exist, simply because God is the supreme God is the only plausible answer trivial, because God is the Supreme God is the when and where. 
