In a small book, "A Grief Observed", ed. Adelphi, the Christian writer CS Lewis, a few days after the death of his wife he loved very much of a love strong and successful, note the great, and I would say inevitable, a crisis which enters into his relationship with God, while holding fast to their faith. I would say that indeed, precisely because of that firmness, initiates an attack very similar to the letters of lovers who feel rejected, in which they are themselves to ask questions and give answers, attack that will transform the blackness of his pain nell'albedo of sublimation, and then lead him towards the end of his days, the completeness of the whole ' Opera, predominantly Christian, which is union with God
"The terrible thing is that, in this respect, a perfectly good God instils no less afraid of a Cosmic Sadist. The more we are convinced that God makes us suffer only to heal, the less credible it seems to beg not to serve in some way evil. A cruel man he can be corrupt, you may tire of his infamous pastime, may have its own bracket mercy as an alcoholic has his braces sobriety. But instead we have to do with a surgeon who cares only our good. More will be good and conscientious, the more relentless in cutting ... What do they mean those who proclaim:-I am not afraid of God because I know that God is good? I've never been to a dentist? "
The danger of certain contemporary Christianity is made up of those who, by virtue of what they consider to be their faith, they point the proceedings and put the surgeons to do without the slightest knowledge of what can be good or evil to another. This sort of god-do-it-yourself, is rising like mushrooms in the name of Christianity all aberrations,
and is housed in a society that has lost faith whilst maintaining an unconscious need for punishment.
"And then one of them dies. And we see it as a love interrupted, like a dance stopped half turnaround, or a flower with the corolla miserably torn: something cut off, and then stripped of its right form . But is this so? If, as I can not help but suspect, even the dead feel the pangs of separation (and this could be one of their purgatorial punishment), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers, Without exception, the loss of others is a universal and integral part of the experience ... love is not a truncation of the process, but one of its phases, is the interruption of the dance, but the next figure. We are "taken out of us" from the beloved long as it is here. Then comes the tragic figure of the dance, in which we must learn to be equally taken out of us, even though the bodily presence is removed, we must learn to love you, and not to fall back on the love of our past, or our memories, or our pain or our pain relief, or love of our own love.
And that's what I call alchemy, even in a contingency overwhelmed by love, a war, a move inevitable, a bond Previous indissoluble and not necessarily by death.
It is because of my conviction that I was kicked, accused of heresy, and even expulsion from the place where the badly one of these wolves in sheep's clothing of God, throw their curses and their sentences .
Without this, however, for my good fortune, has the least disturbed my faith and my love, even beyond the garden prospettatoci by Lewis.
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