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October 12, 2018
No me gustó mucho. Lo leí porque en un momento hace una descripción de la tentación que me parece muy buena (la copio abajo), que de hecho es la que leyó María Inés. Pero por lo demás no me pareció ni tan revelador, ni tan interesante, ni tan descriptivo de la realidad. Incluso está un poco viejo. Carlo parece un poco machista, aunque tal vez solo una cuestión de época. Cuenta su experiencia de Dios, y da su opinión sobre algunas cuestiones eclesiales discutibles. Le da bastante bola a la cuestión de los nuevos movimientos.
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Lo usó María Inés en la Convi1-2018 (Marmol).
“¿Tiene rostro? ¿Carece de él? ¿Tiene cuerpo? ¿Es espíritu? No lo sé. Pero he aprendido a sentirlo, a experimentarlo, y no puedo negarlo. De hecho, el evangelio no lo niega, y tampoco yo puedo negarlo. Siento su presencia de tentador. ¿Cómo obra? No lo sé. Solamente sé que, al mirar al hombre y sus indecibles infamias, me parece imposible que sea él solo el que realiza tales crímenes. El hombre es ayudado por alguien cuando cava en sí el abismo del pecado y llega a la raíz de su desesperación. Hay alguien detrás de él apuntándole cuando niega la verdad y engaña al amor. Hay alguien que sostiene el arma cuando tritura al hermano bajo la tortura. Hay alguien sádico a su lado y capaz de todo cuando un déspota mata de hambre a un pueblo. Hay un planificador cuando millones de hombres son exterminados en los hornos de gas y generaciones de niños mueren de hambre entre la indiferencia del poder. Hay alguien, alguien, alguien. Y hay alguien también dentro de nosotros cuando ya no sonreímos a la vida, cuando ya no tenemos ganas de construir, cuando no queremos un hijo, cuando amontonamos a los ancianos en los asilos, cuando odiamos al hermano, cuando somos indiferentes ante el que sufre, cuando nos tiramos al suelo sin querer esperar. Y hay alguien también cuando ante los destellos del hielo y el temblor de la luz sobre el mar permanecemos indiferentes e incapaces de maravillarnos.”
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Lo usó María Inés en la Convi1-2018 (Marmol).
“¿Tiene rostro? ¿Carece de él? ¿Tiene cuerpo? ¿Es espíritu? No lo sé. Pero he aprendido a sentirlo, a experimentarlo, y no puedo negarlo. De hecho, el evangelio no lo niega, y tampoco yo puedo negarlo. Siento su presencia de tentador. ¿Cómo obra? No lo sé. Solamente sé que, al mirar al hombre y sus indecibles infamias, me parece imposible que sea él solo el que realiza tales crímenes. El hombre es ayudado por alguien cuando cava en sí el abismo del pecado y llega a la raíz de su desesperación. Hay alguien detrás de él apuntándole cuando niega la verdad y engaña al amor. Hay alguien que sostiene el arma cuando tritura al hermano bajo la tortura. Hay alguien sádico a su lado y capaz de todo cuando un déspota mata de hambre a un pueblo. Hay un planificador cuando millones de hombres son exterminados en los hornos de gas y generaciones de niños mueren de hambre entre la indiferencia del poder. Hay alguien, alguien, alguien. Y hay alguien también dentro de nosotros cuando ya no sonreímos a la vida, cuando ya no tenemos ganas de construir, cuando no queremos un hijo, cuando amontonamos a los ancianos en los asilos, cuando odiamos al hermano, cuando somos indiferentes ante el que sufre, cuando nos tiramos al suelo sin querer esperar. Y hay alguien también cuando ante los destellos del hielo y el temblor de la luz sobre el mar permanecemos indiferentes e incapaces de maravillarnos.”
June 14, 2018
A fascinating book. Written by a Roman Catholic activist and brother as his life was drawing to a close, it was written by a Catholic for Catholics, an insider's book, if you will. Yet this protestant found it most helpful. It was a tumultuous time for the Roman Catholic church and for the world. I would have been in seminary at the time of the book's writing, and was observing the same times and events from a different perspective.
It is an autobiographical sketch, describing how Carlo sought God, and found him, in his poor family, his Catholic Action activism, his call to the desert, and in his call back to serving his community and his church. He finds fault with his church, particularly in its denigration of marriage as a lesser state disqualifying men from the priesthood, yet always as an insider who deeply loves the church and is greatly indebted to it.
We schism-happy protestants would do well to pay attention.
I picked the book up off the shelf where it had been sitting for a number of years. The flyleaf has the name of my wife's Wheaton College suite-mate who, after the kids were grown, went on to get her doctorate in Roman Catholic theology. At some point she must have passed it on to us. I'm glad she did, and that I finally found it. I will read more by this author.
It is an autobiographical sketch, describing how Carlo sought God, and found him, in his poor family, his Catholic Action activism, his call to the desert, and in his call back to serving his community and his church. He finds fault with his church, particularly in its denigration of marriage as a lesser state disqualifying men from the priesthood, yet always as an insider who deeply loves the church and is greatly indebted to it.
We schism-happy protestants would do well to pay attention.
I picked the book up off the shelf where it had been sitting for a number of years. The flyleaf has the name of my wife's Wheaton College suite-mate who, after the kids were grown, went on to get her doctorate in Roman Catholic theology. At some point she must have passed it on to us. I'm glad she did, and that I finally found it. I will read more by this author.
May 10, 2026
Lots of rambling. This is the part of the book that matters from the last chapter called “Robbers’ Den”…
How much I must criticize you, my Church and yet how much I love you!
How you have made me suffer and yet how much I owe
you.
I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need your
presence.
You have given me so much scandal and yet you have made me understand holiness.
Never in the world have I seen anything more obscurantist, more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous or more beautiful.
How often I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face - and how often I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms!
No, I cannot be free of you, for 1 am one with you, even though not completely you.
Then, too - where should I go?
To build another?
But I cannot build another without the same defects, for they are my own defects I bear within me. And again, if I build one, it will be my Church, and no longer Christ's.
I am old enough to know that I am no better than others.
How much I must criticize you, my Church and yet how much I love you!
How you have made me suffer and yet how much I owe
you.
I should like to see you destroyed and yet I need your
presence.
You have given me so much scandal and yet you have made me understand holiness.
Never in the world have I seen anything more obscurantist, more compromised, more false, yet never have I touched anything more pure, more generous or more beautiful.
How often I have felt like slamming the door of my soul in your face - and how often I have prayed that I might die in your sure arms!
No, I cannot be free of you, for 1 am one with you, even though not completely you.
Then, too - where should I go?
To build another?
But I cannot build another without the same defects, for they are my own defects I bear within me. And again, if I build one, it will be my Church, and no longer Christ's.
I am old enough to know that I am no better than others.
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