Sunday, May 15, 2011

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Thursday, May 12, 2011

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John Paul II and the Virgin of Fatima ..

The May 13, 1981, feast of Our Lady of Fatima, at 5:19 pm Pope John Paul II was attacked in Rome.

John Paul II, "The Great , for many reasons, uploaded in the" Popemobile ", crossed the St. Peter's Square, waving and blessing to a crowd of 20,000 cheered him. Suddenly, they heard the gun shots that hit the body of the pontiff, who was quickly taken to the Gemelli Polyclinic, where he arrived in very serious condition. The murderer, the Turk Ali Agca, was arrested with gun in his hand.

14 May after surgery for five hours and 20 minutes in the Gemelli, his secretary, Stanislaw Dziwisz friend and watched the head of your bed. A day earlier, the pope had given the Anointing of the Sick. I knew the life of John Paul II hung in the balance.

When she regained consciousness, Don Stanislaw him the story of the events of yesterday, and stressed the fact that the date coincided with the first appearance of the Virgin at Fatima, Portugal, on May 13, 1917, or exactly 64 years earlier. Immediately, the Pope asked the hospital to bring him all the documentation concerning the apparitions of the Virgin of Fatima.

Since then the image of the Virgin of Fatima in Corona the bullet that was extracted from the womb of John Paul II. On 13 June 1994, the pope met in Rome with the Cardinals from around the world, said: " To me it has given me understanding, especially, the message of Our Lady of Fatima the first time on May 13 1981 at the time of the attack on my life, and then again towards the end of the eighties at the time of collapse of communism in the Soviet bloc. I think this is quite an experience transparent to all. "

Hail Mary and Come ...!
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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much time I looked ..

5 days had passed since that picture of the Pope giving a blessing different. She was quiet and you could sense the tremendous effort and pain I felt, the pain that the "tied" and declined.
His illness had consumed at all, it was amazing to see that man who could hold the weight of the Church, and even more, of the century. There were
Stefania Mauro, A St. Peter's Square because "his" father was dying. Soon many young people accompanied him from the place that 26 years ago it announced "Habemus Papam .. Cardinale: Wojtyla ", but this time were full of anguish. The world was full of anguish, not only Catholics but the entire world. Well, in the worst case, John Paul II is a prominent figure in the century just ended 5 years ago.
The crowd began to cheer the Pope to encourage him as saying, "Here we are, Holy Father." Stefania Mauro and also began to encourage the crowd until you heard a familiar Mauro him behind his back saying: "For so long you look. " It was not reproachfully, but rather was slyly friendly. Mauro
turned sharply because it recognized the voice but could not identify. He saw no familiar face auque those words rang in his ears, his head and heart. Already
evening, the medical announced a final and inevitable decline that was in full agony was only a matter of hours.
For Mauro, Stefania, all of which were in St. Peter's Square and around the world began to feel a pain in the soul that could not avoid. The Holy Father was saying goodbye to this world, to "their bags" to go to the Father's house.
Just after 10 pm in San Peter Argentine Archbishop Leonardo Sandri, delivered the most painful words that many young people heard in their lives: "Our beloved Pope John Paul II, has returned to the house of the Father." Tears flowed from every eye, the man who had defeated the Nazis and communists, arrested and prevented many wars without violence, but truth, justice, reason and love. He was gone forever, leaving in each of the people in San Pedro and the world a sense of abandonment, orphaned! Last
one-thirty in the morning, and Stefania Mauro went home with great sorrow in his heart, crying the loss of their spiritual father. In the deepest silence, Mauro Stefania left at home and went to rest in hers.
The next morning, called his work Mauro announcing that it was not working for national mourning. The Chief Mauro was not a believer but very friendly and like most of its employees are Catholic, did not want to work with the moral to the ground.
Mauro left his house to buy the newspaper back home, started reading all the notes on the death of the Pope. Suddenly turned pale, his mother noticed and asked
- "Mauro, what's wrong, son?" Mauro
unresponsive and was astonished to read these lines:

... Around 7 pm, The Holy Father heard from his deathbed
a young crowd chanting his name to what the Holy Father said
"FIND THE TIME SO COME TO ME NOW."
Those were his last words were directed at young people, their eternal and tireless efforts ...

By Juan Carlos Guiscafre ( J. XXXIX )

Hail Mary and Come ...!
De Colores ...!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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The day the world stopped ..

like every day I got off the stop 12 in the passing Belgrano Av Entre Rios and crossed the street to Moreno return on foot.
At the corner of Belgrano and Entre Rios was the supermarket Disco. There was at one of its windows a variety of televisions on offer. All of them announcing the same news.
international news agency Reuters announced the death of Karol Wojtyla, Pope John Paul II. It was autumn of 2005 and every evening was studying journalism in high school. Such
news left me so cold that I lost track of time, I was in front of televisions for more information.

What is not realized until I spent a few minutes was that I was not the only one I had stopped to see that window. We were already more than five people that stopped the routine, our daily journey to see what was happening. How could it be? How could it be that there was one so far but so close to the time?
There was no data to develop the story, so the screen just constantly repeated the same thing. The sound of cell
distracted me. The display contained about 10 unread messages from family and friends. All announcing the bad news.

returned to my home as if it were the death of a relative. In a way it was. For when I got the news had been confirmed. Then there was a scene that gave me goosebumps. There were millions of people who gathered in St. Peter's Square to bid farewell to the Holy Father. Never better said. Ghost. Nobody could take that tagline. Ghost.
My whole family had gathered around the television in the kitchen. All silent. Behind me you could hear the cries of my mother who could not hold back tears. If it was not the only doubt.
How could it be? How could it be that there was one so far but so close to the time?
To avoid the awkward he remembered when he and my dad went to see one of his visits to the Argentina. I remembered the first time I saw him on television. It was the opening game of the World Cup in Italy 90 in Milan.
How could it be? What we knew so much without even knowing him personally.
someone so dear, that broke the barriers of indifference when they were thousands who were not Catholic or who did not share our commitment to the Church and yet as we were so distressed that day.
How anyone could be so human?
How can anyone take such testimony of forgiveness and compassion, visiting and forgiving the one who wanted to end his life?
How anyone can give messages of hope even in the agony, when the flame of life is to extinguish?
"If Christ has not got off the cross, I will not either."
After all this thought: What else remained to be done? Perhaps it was a heart to win? Any message that has not already given? Not with words but with actions.
saddened Catholics and non Catholics alike, and sharing our pain. The land cried one of his loved ones but in heaven, secure all received him with joy: "Welcome Home Karol." From then on never recall his death with sadness.
With his death taught me that death is indeed a way of life.
How could it be? Only a holy man. Only a holy man may be capable of all that and more.


For Ezekiel Pernice (J. XXXVIII)

Hail Mary and Come ...!
De Colores ...!