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My hope for Catherine

Oct 06 2009 3:10 AM PDT

Tomorrow we will bring Catherine in another hospital to begin the phase of awakening (after the very good doctors in Florence saved her life). We have great confidence that the doctors also rely. But the time is more delicate and much, we really need the help of Lady Catherine wakes up and it's okay.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love, your prayers and your constant moving offers sacrifices, I will be liable for a lifetime. Carry
below what I wrote in Mauritius Belpietro, Director of the Free, the newspaper I work on these days that lie ahead.

MY PRAYER FOR CATHERINE

Dear Editor, Catherine
my beautiful eyes. His youth is now lying on a bed of light and pain. It 's like a Sleeping Beauty. But crucified. I find myself inadvertently "sent" in the regions of extreme suffering and painful in this scenario - if an angel would like to lead the anxiety - there are several things that I think I begin to understand.
The first news is that my heart beats. Our hearts still beating. I know that normally it is not news. Not even considering. Until that happens to your daughter, radiant in its 24 years of life, on the eve of the degree in which he studied architecture for five years, suddenly one night his heart si ferma e senza alcuna ragione. Si ferma di colpo (o, come dicono, va in fibrillazione).
Lì, quando ti si spalanca davanti quell’abisso improvviso che ti fa urlare uno sconfinato “nooooo!!!”, cominci a capire: è la cosa meno scontata del mondo che in questo preciso istante il cuore dei tuoi bimbi, il mio cuore o il tuo, amico lettore, batta.
Quante volte ho sentito don Giussani stupirci con questa evidenza: che nessuno fa battere volontariamente il proprio cuore. E’ come un dono che si riceve di continuo, senza accorgersi. Istante per istante dipendiamo da Qualcun Altro che ci dà vita…
C’illudiamo di possedere mille cose e di essere chissacchì, ma così clamorosamente non possediamo noi stessi. Un Altro ci fa. In ogni attimo. Vengono le vertigini a pensarci. Allora si può solo mendicare, come poveri che non hanno nulla, neanche se stessi, un altro battito e un altro respiro ancora dal Signore della vita (“Gesù nostro respiro”, diceva una grande santo).
Certo, si ricorre a tutti i mezzi umani e a tutte le cure mediche. Che oggi sono eccezionali e personalmente devo ringraziare degli ottimi medici, competenti e umani. Ma anch’essi sanno di avere poteri limitati, non possono arrivare all’impossibile, non potrebbero nulla se non fosse concesso dall’alto e poi se non fossero “illuminati” e guidati.
Rex tremendae majestatis… E’ Lui il padrone and the source of life and everything that is. And our children and our daughters are his. And 'their father dearly. Then - with all our pretensions annihilated soul torn - you discover all the poor to beg his life from "the one who answers prayers ...."
begged to get back a smile to my daughter, a look, a word ... Suddenly, what seemed the most obvious and the world appears to you as the most valuable and almost an impossible dream ... I am ready to give everything, all I have, everything I know and who are, I would give their lives for that treasure.
We always rush for a thousand causes, goals, ambitions that we seem so important to us to neglect their children. But now how does it all without any value to the comparison of the look of a daughter, to his youth in full bloom ...
A great gift God has done to people by making them fathers and mothers: so everyone can experience it means to love another creature more than themselves. And so we have a faint idea of \u200b\u200bhis love and his compassion for us ...
Catherine is his favorite, as all those who suffer. I recall the words of the English song sung beautifully by my princess and dedicated to Our Lady, "Ojos de cielo", which says: "Eyes of Heaven, Heaven's eyes / do not leave in mid-flight."
Riascolto il suo canto, con il nodo alla gola, come la sua preghiera: “Se guardo il fondo dei tuoi occhi teneri/ mi si cancella il mondo con tutto il suo inferno./ Mi si cancella il mondo e scopro il cielo/ quando mi tuffo nei tuoi occhi teneri./ Occhi di cielo, occhi di cielo,/ non abbandonarmi in pieno volo./ Occhi di cielo, occhi di cielo,/ tutta la mia vita per questo sogno…/ Se io mi dimenticassi di ciò che è vero/ se io mi allontanassi da ciò che è sincero/ i tuoi occhi di cielo me lo ricorderebbero,/ se io mi allontanassi dal vero./ Occhi di cielo..”.
E infine quell’ultima strofa che oggi suona come un presagio: “Se il sole che mi illumina un giorno si spegnesse/ dark night and a win on my life, / your eyes of sky lights me / your honest eyes, which are walking and driving for me. / Eyes of the sky .... "
E 'with this sure hope that soon I entrusted my treasure and its healing in the hands of his loving Mother of Heaven. For words, clear and timeless of Jesus encourage us, "Ask and you shall receive, seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened", promising "whatever you ask the Father in my name, he will give you" and urged to implore tirelessly as the importunate widow of the Gospel (which - if only because of his insistence - will be answered). We
that the Queen of Heaven is with us ready to open up the doors of the vaults of thanks. She 's in fact, the refuge of the afflicted, and our wonderful advocate who can get all the Son. The very first miracle at Cana, he was softly "stolen" from her that he had pity on those poor people ...
These days I remembered the pages of Monfort and those of s. Alfonso Maria de 'Liguori, "The Glories of Mary." It 'amazing how two thousand years of holy men and women invite us to be certain of the relief of the Madonna because "he never heard that someone had recourse to your protection, implored your help has, has been looking for your help and has been abandoned " (S. Bernardo).
“Ogni bene, ogni aiuto, ogni grazia che gli uomini hanno ricevuto e riceveranno da Dio sino alla fine del mondo, tutto è venuto e verrà loro per intercessione e per mezzo di Maria” (s. Alfonso), perché così Dio ha voluto.
Infatti “nelle afflizioni tu consoli” chi in te confida, “nei pericoli tu soccorri” chi ti chiama: tu “speranza dei disperati e soccorso degli abbandonati”. Misero me se non la riconoscessi come Madre, convertendomi (questo significa: “sia fatta la tua volontà”) e lasciandomi guarire nell’anima. Per ottenere anche la guarigione del corpo.
Ma quanto è commovente accorgersi di avere una simile Mother feels when actually its protective mantle made by many brothers and sisters in faith, willing to help, by the Young Friends of Catherine, bright beautiful faces that share the Christian experience aroused by Giussani, from the many friends of parishes, communities, from the many cloistered convents and shrines - including radio and internet - where these days it begs the Virgin for Catherine. As no compassion?
I also received dozens of emails from people away from faith, for the emotion of the story of my daughter, have returned to pray, they move closer to the sacraments after year. And they understood to have a good Mother that you can pray and that does not disappoint. But it is especially
I want to speak of my conversion. We asked a total detachment from everything that is not the case and does not last. Because only God does not pass. That is, the love remains.
So when I learned about 4 000 children suffering from a leper colony in India, by the missionaries (men of God's beautiful and huge), they prayed for the healing of Catherine, after the excitement I realized that these children now belong me, my life and my family.
So did the poor taken care of the dying father Aldo Trento in Paraguay who have offered their sufferings for Catherine. I want to help as I can.
bringing all the pain of the world under the mantle of the Mother of God, I entrust to her the healing of Catherine, because return to sing "Ojos de cielo" for all the poor of our Queen.
"My Lady, you're the only consolation that God has given me the guidance of my pilgrimage, the strength of my weakness, the richness of my misery, the healing of my wounds, relieve my pain, the release of my chains, the hope of my salvation, answered my prayers, have pity on my sighs, thou that art my queen, the refuge and help, life, hope and my strength "(St. Germain).

Antonio Socci

Source: Free (c) October 6, 2009