I want to believe in God the Father who loves me like a child, and in Jesus, the Lord who infused my life with His Spirit, to make me smile and so carry me to the eternal Kingdom of life.
I believe in the Church.
I believe in my life story, which was pierced by God’s loving gaze, who on that spring day of 21st September, came out to meet me to invite me to follow him.
I believe in my pain, made fruitless by the egotism in which I take refuge.
I believe in the stinginess of my soul, which seeks to take without giving.
I believe in the goodness of others, and that I must love them without fear and without betraying them, never seeking my own security.
I believe in the religious life.
I believe I wish to love a lot.
I believe in the burning death of each day, from which I flee but which smiles at me, inviting me to accept her.
I believe in God’s patience, as good and as welcoming as a summer’s night.
I believe that Dad is with the Lord in heaven.
I believe that Fr. Duarte is there, too, interceding for my priesthood.
I believe in Mary, my Mother, who loves me and will never leave me alone.
And I believe in the surprise of each day, in which will be manifest love, strength, betrayal, and sin, which will be always with me until that definitive encounter with that marvelous face which I do not know, which always escapes me, but which I wish to know and love. Amen.
From The Great Reformer by Austen Ivereigh