RIC S. BASTASA
Reflections On Good Friday Of Lent
reflections on good Friday are always personal.
there is this room which is also very personal.
you are there and He is there and both of your are having a very
you do not share it, it is very personal
there is a room inside your heart, and He is there listening to you.
He lives there all the years of your life
and you still do not believe it.
On good Friday you take the episodes of your life and you simply
remember those that give you pain,
less those that make you happy, images, so many images come like guest
on a feast which is very personal,
you serve them drinks, and food and then all of you begin to remember
and agree to forgive and then
all of them leave and you tell them
it is good that everything is now forgotten.
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