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“When the Father, was staring at the Heavens, you were present, Immaculate, full of Grace!”

The Most Holy Mary, was there. When God gave life to the world, She was there, along with Him, She drew the mysterious horizons of the creation, and painted the colours of life. While all things were being shaped, God already saw the humankind’s betrayal, but He continued in His purpose, just because She was there. Because She would have expiated the guilt of the ungrateful children, giving them a Divine Son, offered in reparation for the sins of the world, in a unique sacrifice of Holy love: redeemer the Mother, redeemer the Son! Mother and Queen of the Universe: without Her nothing can be, because of so God is pleased. Son of Man and the King of Glory: through Him everything Is, because of so God is pleased.

And when the eternity of the Purest entered in the history of the world, the infinite became a “person” as us. Like us. Similar to us. In all, except in sin. The infinite entered in the finite. A Mystery humanly incomprehensible! And when the Son of God, Jesus, through Her, came into the world, the King of the Universe made Himself slave of love, and died on the cross just to see us live. Anything just to make us Divine, as He is, destroying sin.

A Mother and a Son, one only infinite Cross. The Mother and the Son, one only eternal heart. Everything is in Them. EVERYTHING. This is the Mystery of life.

But this is also the Mystery of our faith. Of the faith in Jesus and Mary. Of the faith in a Mother and in a Son who, from eternity, came into the time and the space, without Them being they of the time and the space. God was in their persons, they themselves were God; in Their earthly time, the Kingdom of God walked with Them among us. Mary leads us to Jesus. Jesus leads us to Mary. They are the beginning and the end. The alpha and omega. “Do whatever He tells you” She said at the Cana Wedding, entrusting us to Him …. “Woman behold your son, son behold your Mother” He said on the Cross entrusting us to Her. Unique breath. Unique embrace of Love. Unique eternal and holy path for the salvation of souls.

But at the time, in that historical context, who could understand such a great and sublime Mystery? Who? People touched Them, spoke with Them, ate with Them … but who embraced what, at that time, They were bringing us? Who supported Them? Who truly loved Them? Who recognized Them as the Mother of God and the Son of God? We should meditate. Much, and we should pray. Because often God walks with us, but we do not recognize Him.

To be honest, many years ago, I didn’t even ask myself these questions. I had other interests. I came from a Catholic family, but faith, for me, was an option, one could have it or not; it did not change one’s life. In other words: I was not interested in it.

Many years ago, and not by chance, I found myself, one day, in front of a small Chapel in Gallinaro, driven by curiosity, in company of friends. Sceptical, unbelieving, superficial. I glanced the eyes of a little statue of the Baby Jesus, and I felt peace, serenity. I did not understand why, but it was so. I went back again, and then again, and again. Many times. Without understanding, I felt peace and serenity. Then I met a woman, who everyone called Giuseppina, and, I do not know why, I confided myself with Her, my heart spontaneously opened, I seemed to have known Her since ever. I felt at home with Her: I was at home! And She spoke to me of the Baby Jesus, inviting me to open my heart to Him. Indeed, I cannot explain, but it was as if She “placed Baby Jesus in my heart” because faith was born in me, initially small, but that She invited me to cradle and cultivate. My faith had to grow, even more, but leastwise it was born. I felt the first vagituses. What a great Mystery … an encounter with a simple, humble woman, that generates faith in my heart! I gradually dissolved myself more and more up to loving Her deeply and to feeling in my heart a very strong need: to call Her Mum. Often I wondered why of this strange desire, almost hiding it to my birth mother for fear of offending her or making her jealous. But then suddenly the answer in my heart: the Mother is the one who gives you life … Yes, She had given me the true life, the spiritual life, the faith in the Baby Jesus. Great joy to me because I had begun to understand, because thus says the Lord: “who will have faith will be saved, those who do not have faith will be condemned“: for me, the doors of eternal life were opening. What a great joy!

And Jesus, from that day on, began to grow in my heart. Day by day becoming greater. Of course, He had to adapt, He did not have all the amenities in my dusty heart, but He did not go away. He loved me as I was, but He encouraged me to change my life, to sin no more, to struggle to be holy. Often I repeated to myself that only to presume to try to become a saint was in itself an act of presumption, until I discovered that Jesus said “be holy, holy as your Father who is in Heaven!”. If He asks it, I told myself, it means that we can do it … We have to do it … At least we must have the duty to try with all our heart. Maybe we will not succeed but at least we would have travelled the roads of life in the direction that God wants and certainly, at the end of it, we will find Jesus and Mary to embrace us.

Years went by and one day, at the dawn of the new millennium, at the Cradle, while I was immersed in the usual atmosphere of Paradise that now for me was familiar and usual, it was holy oxygen, along the way a voice surprised my soul: yet again as many years ago a thud in my heart … a jolt … an inexplicable thrill … from the megaphones, a young man recited a sweet prayer to the Heavenly Mother… I vaguely remember a few words of that hymn of love. But that voice, that day, marked my heart and my life forever. It was the voice of a young man, a son like me, more or less of my same age, who prayed a Mother, the Mother. When later I talked to Mama Giuseppina and Her mother, Nonna Nella, enraptured, they told me that this young man, named Samuele, was the one who was to come, the envoy of God, announced by Jesus to Giuseppina and for this, for the first time since the Chapel was open, they felt in their heart to entrust Baby Jesus to him. Yes, because he could touch Him. He could take care of Him. He had to take care of Him. He could! In my heart I felt a great transportation for that young man, I wanted to know him, to see the face of that voice that I heard and that was stuck in my soul. One day, unexpectedly, but at last, I met him! As soon as my eyes crossed his and I saw his loving smile, I shuddered. My heart was pounding so hard and I could not hold the tears back. But do not ask me why, I do not know. He whispered sweet words of Love and then led me to Her, She who he called Mum, just like me.

Then when Samuele married Anna, Giuseppina’s only daughter, I had the confirmation of the words that She said to me in relation to the call of Samuele in this great Mystery of Love. That August 4^th, 2002 remains an indelible and unforgettable day for me and for all the people that love this Divine Mystery.

Giuseppina who fetches the Baby Jesus and, through Anna, Her daughter, delivers Him into the hands of Samuele, who raises and shows Jesus to all the people. From the hands of Giuseppina to the hands of Samuele: the Mystery of salvation announced by Jesus in 1974 would have thus be continued and fulfilled.

Well, as years ago I discovered to have a Mother in my heart, so in that moment, I realized to have a brother in my heart. A brother enamoured, more than me, of that Mother and who always took me to Her, while She always invited me to cling to him. Without strong words. Whispers of Love. A Mother and a son have given me faith in the Mother and in the Son. Thanks to them I have known them, I have loved them. Thanks to them I received the gift of the Christian Catholic faith. Faith in Christ and Mary. Thank you. For all my life THANK YOU.