Don't be afraid of the risk of dilating your heart and of finding always new answers that confuse you

or uninstall you, because it is a question of the presence of the Love. Live through the present moment fulfilling it with love like Mary. Fill all the moments of the sense of the essential thing. The life is made of many and brief minutes of hope and, in this way, the small steps are a God time. He can do what you dream.

Jos Alegre

Text: Luke 1, 39-45. On the fourth Sunday Advent C. Comments and presentation: M. Asun Gutirrez Cabriada. Music: Caccini. Ave Maria. Translation to English: J. Izquierdo OH

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Mary set out at that time and went as quickly as she could into the hill country to a town in Judah.

Ain Karen. Place to which she went Mary

Jesus, the Way, can't walk yet alone. He needs to be taken by his young mother, bearer of good news, messenger of joy. The circumstances and personal events through that she is living don't prevent Mary from continuing her everyday life, thinking about others, approaching to who needs it. She walks fast. The impulse of the Spirit doesn't know about slownesses.

She went into Zechariah's house and greeted Elizabeth. 41 Now it happened that as soon as Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the child leapt in her womb.
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We also live through the situation of Mary and Elizabeth. It can be that, as to Elizabeth, someone visits us, starts the life that each one we have inside and provokes in us a reaction of immense happiness. It can be that, like Mary, some of our attitudes provokes happiness, hope, desire of living... in others.

Then ,Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. 42 She gave a loud cry and said, 'Of all women you are the most blessed, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.

The encounter of the two women is loaded with tenderness and with interior movement; it provokes praise and happiness. Blessing is to speak well, to extoll, to praise, to glorify. I hope let's be ready to bless often, to say good to God, to the persons, to all the creatures. If we try to look with Jesus' eyes, we will see the kindness of everything what we receive and there will sprout in us the desire to praise and to bless. Might it to be said of each of us that where we are, where we go, we take happiness, blessing, hope, Good News?

Why should I be honored with a visit from the mother of my Lord? 44 Look, the moment your greeting reached my ears, the child in my womb leapt for joy.
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The whole saving plan of God is in hands of two simple women. Mary wants to be close to Elizabeth, wants to embrace, receive the sheen of her eyes, the beats of her heart, listen to her voice, offering and accepting help, share the simple and daily details: the look, the closeness, the silence, the listening, the suitable word, the encouragement... The same Spirit moves us today to do of our life an encounter. With whom? What type of encounters do I have with others? Superficial? Interested parties? Deep and human at level of friendship, of solidarity, of faith? Do I contagious happiness and enthusiasm to the persons whom I meet?

Yes, blessed is she who believed that the promise made her by the Lord would be fulfilled.
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The faith is always a happiness motive. One of the features most typical of it is to be able to come along with the one who needs our presence. To accompany to live. It is the language that the whole world understands: the faith translated in availability, welcome, closeness, service and solidarity. God always counting with us to fulfill his promises .

With the autumn I began receiving communion with the baby that I carried inside. All the mothers imagine and do cabbalas on how it will be their baby. They daydream and they are drawing its possible profile, its tastes, its gaits. They speak in the intimacy with it. When I was closing the eyes and was trying to listen to the sensations that there was transmitting to me the baby who I was carrying in my womb, only I was feeling a peace without name and, of course, an interior force that was born of the weak, of something so fragile and baby like me.
(The quiet words. Diary of Mary of Nazaret).

Pedro Miguel Lamet.