Chapter 48 Child Jesus and First Love

Dear, yesterday I was alone in this world, and loneliness is as cruel as death.I am alone, like a flower growing under a lonely rock, life is not aware of my existence, and I do not feel what life is.My soul awoke today, and I saw you standing beside me, and I fell first in awe, then in ecstasy, and then fell before you, as the shepherd did when he saw the thornbush burning. Dear!Yesterday, the wind was still so violent, the sun was still so weak, the earth was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sound of the sea was roaring like a thunderbolt; Up and down around me.Like a flock of hungry crows.Today, the wind has become light and soft, the sun is shining, bathing nature, the sea is calm, the sky is clear; wherever I look, I see you, and I find the secret of life around you, like a bird When bathing in the lake, the layers of ripples aroused on the calm water surface.

Yesterday, I was a silent word hidden in the thoughts of the night; now I am a joyous song sung from the mouth of the day.The process of all these changes is only one minute, and this minute is composed of a glance, a word, a sigh and a kiss.That minute, darling: united my soul's past plans and future desires, like a white rose, emerging from the dark depths, in the radiant sunshine.That minute was in my life what the birth of Jesus is in all generations.Because it is full of life, chastity, and love; because it brightens the darkness in my heart, and replaces gloom and unhappiness with joy and happiness.

Dear!The light of love falls from the sky like waves, and although it is ever-changing, its effect in this world is the same: because it is a shining light that illuminates the heart of an individual;The reason is that the ingredients, inclinations, and feelings of a human mind are in no way different from the ingredients, inclinations, and emotions of the human mind as a whole. Beloved: when the Jews looked forward to a savior who had promised them a great man from ancient times, to free them from foreign slavery; the great minds of the Greeks thought that the worship of Cupid and Minerva had become weak , the set of gods was no longer able to satisfy the needs of the soul; the noble minds of the Romans pondered seriously, and found that the divinity of Apollo was getting farther and farther away from human emotions, and the eternal love of Venus Beauty also begins to approach old age.At that time, all nations unconsciously felt a kind of spiritual hunger.That is, they need a detached doctrine, and they feel a deep intention, that is, the yearning for spiritual freedom.This liberty teaches man to be with his friends and relatives, to rejoice in the sunshine and the beauty of life; this is the good liberty; it empowers man to be close to that invisible force, without fear or need. worry; and first of all convince people that it is for their well-being that it draws near to them.

Dear!That was all 2,000 years ago.At that time, people's hearts and emotions were still lingering around those tangible objects, but they did not dare to approach the omnipresent eternal soul: at that time, Pan, the god of the forest, still made the shepherds tremble with fear, and Beal, the sun god, still passed through the hands of the priests. Hold the hearts of the poor and the needy. And overnight—no, a moment—no, just a moment (this moment is not included in the ages, because it is more powerful than the ages), the Holy Spirit opened his mouth and said "Language of life", this language was first in the Holy Spirit, and then came to the world together with the stars and moonlight, condensed into shape, and was born in the arms of a woman.It was in the middle of nowhere, and shepherds were protecting their livestock from beasts of the night.Wrapped in his poor mother's rags, the baby slept so sweetly on the hay in the stable--like an angel sitting on a throne, the enslaved heart of which was composed.A soul in need of spiritual sustenance and a mind eager for wisdom.The child with his humility wrested Cupid's staff into the hands of the poor shepherd who grows from the weeds; with his tenderness he took wisdom from Minerva and put it in the seat The heart of the poor fisherman on the boat by the lake; he exchanged his sorrow for the joy of Apollo, and gave it to the poor beggars along the street: he used to inject the virtues from Venus In the soul of the persecuted woman, he deposed Beal from his majestic throne and replaced him with the poor peasant who sweated and sowed the fields.

Dear!In the past, my feelings were not the same as those of the Israelites in those days. The night was quiet, and I was not hoping for a savior who would free me from the slavery and troubles of the years. I was not the same as those peoples in those days, deeply feeling a kind of spirit In the hunger of the earth, I was wandering on the road of life, not like a child lost in the wilderness, then, my heart was not like a seed dropped on a rock: no bird pecked it Go, make it perish, and there is no factor that can make it germinate and grow.But all this is in the past, my dear: At that time, my dream was still crawling in the dark, and I dared not approach the light; at that time, despair and trouble were still churning alternately in my chest.

And overnight—no, a moment—no, just a moment (this moment is not included in the years of my life, because it is more beautiful than the years of my life), the Holy Spirit from the highest God of light The world came down to earth, looked at me through your eyes, talked to me through your tongue, and from those eyes and words, love poured out and flowed into my heart.The manger in which this great love lies is on my breast, and the swaddling clothes of this beautiful love are my emotions.Love--the baby nestling on the heart's breast.Turned the sadness, depression and loneliness deep inside of me into joy, light and happiness.Love--this exalted angel on the throne of the spirit, who with his voice revived my dead years; with his caresses my eyes blinded with tears: with his hand he raised from the sea of ​​despair Fished out my hopes.

Dear ones, the past years are like nights.It is dawn now, and the bright day will follow.Because the breath of the child Jesus permeated the middle every second.My life, which was full of sorrow, is now full of joy, and my heart will exult, for the hands of newborn love embrace my heart and hold my soul close.