Non a noi is playing well as editor of the newsletter
, So then I left the mission in mid-air, but right now I'm back to post the post for which it was conceived, albeit late.
"As if every thought in your mind that you imagined you were so clever that it seemed a crime not to share." The New Yorker calls the dialogue from Aaron Sorkin for "Social Networking"
best heard since the days of Ben Hect and Preston Sturges. " These days I also found very bellini the converse of "The first nice thing, but I recognize that the phrase that the father of the former fb feels shoot lightning.
Islands Andaman, guys. Short stage, wet and sedentary. Short, wet and sedentary. Adjectives that do not honor Pt Blair nor our partners on the ground. But shoot straight, because I want to go elsewhere.
One of the greater sense was to be drawn on the role of benefactors. But that's what happened. In the room of a house built after the tsunami. We sat on chairs. 50 Indian women on the ground, to tell of their experiences of mutual self-help groups to which they belong.
Suddenly one of them took the floor and we do not understand anything about his heartfelt phrases until there sums up the translator in English: "He wants to thank you personally for the well you are doing coming here from so far to support them. She never imagined that could happen to such a thing in his life and does not understand why you are doing it, but want to thank you. "
I understand that I need training to be able to receive similar credits without wanting to dematerialized. Perhaps there should be a stand-in, the polar opposite of the ever proper Benjamin Malaussene (profession: scapegoat), someone capable of staying there, impassive and smiling servant and savior that stuff. No, because I do not do to say, when the college kids a c'indirizza thank you who knows: "Before coming here I did not know that women had rights, thanks to you I've learned, "I should think the confetti, the hermit crabs and Houdini. Too embarrassed and uncomfortable to accept the thanks that I belong to a certain point.
Instead, surprisingly, there remain serious and smug. Because I know what to say. In India, as in Nicaragua, as in Moldova or in the Congo. We know what to say.
"We are not. Who decided to help them, the people of our diocese."
would be a crime not to share?
Today, the feast of the Presentation of Jesus in the Temple, the day when we celebrate the consecrated life. Every time I meditate on the intrinsic meaning of the term. Consecrated to God, it would mean to belong to Christ. Belong, in turn, is a strong verb. When something belongs to me, I make what I consider more appropriate. We happen to forget about this for days, or that there are periods in which he makes extensive use. Of course, Christ loves us and therefore we do not use it according to his vices, but for a project of love for the soul. 
