The violence of the shadows - the book: The salt of the earth

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The violence of the shadows

Source: by Mamerto Menapace, published in the salt of the earth, Editorial Patria Grande.

Blessed are those who are persecuted
the sake of righteousness
because they belong
the kingdom of heaven

God had given her a beautiful heart. Was capable of loving and passionate. Had the capacity to see. His eyes always looked at things, and had no trouble with my eyes vibrate. That is why injustice shook him hard. Many will have confidence because I knew a blissfully and violent.

Above it was rather naive. He liked to talk, show and express what they had inside. Tues things that made ​​him inconsistent, and many believed it was inconsistent. Others thought they could use it, and when he just continued his course, did not understand.

Soul child, looking forward to the truth, and I wanted at all costs to do justice. Bringing justice to the practice was for him an obsession. Maybe there was something biological that hunger for justice. That is why so complete when I saw committed in any place or person, the reality of l commitment to justice. But since justice is a reality pulled by various factions who believe possess the exclusive (as they fight the dogs for Ashura), it happened more than once the desire to jerk from different directions. Barked from all sides to encourage him, and everywhere he released his bite. And he just kept on, passionate about bringing justice to the practice. Perhaps no plan, no project, as guided by an instinct. I loved the part of justice that was in every man, and tried to shake off the shame in each group.

And that is dangerous. It is dangerous to stand in full light when the shadows are on the loose. And in every engagement in each entity there is really a clash of light and darkness, between fear and shame. And it is dangerous for a man to love the light in everything, and everything the night trying to overcome by shame.

So the fear that exists in every one of us began to chase him. In secret, of course. Fear tends to be cowardly, and prefer not to show his face exposed. Hence, the day he was killed, nobody would be responsible for the event. We we blame each other, and even the best thought to be honest.

No matter what name they killed him, and the full name of who has died. He was killed by the violence of the shadows, and his name is written in the book of life. A nation mourned him in silence. That people who also loves justice, and like all those persecuted for bringing justice to the practice, will inherit the kingdom of heaven.

Because the death of a man to do justice, he was active in the ultimate victory of light over darkness. Light that man ends in darkness. And so he opened the doors of the Kingdom of light.

Happy to you when they are persecuted and insulted, they say all kinds of false things about you. Be happy, do not be sad, because they will receive a great reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you (Mt 5, 11-12).

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The eye of the needle (the book Tales Rodados)

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The eye of the needle

Source: by Mamerto Menapace, published in Tales Vehicles, pages 81 to 84 Editorial Patria Grande.

Those who have had children of farmers, the adjectives we have been acollarados almost always, not ideas, but to objects. For example, for me, the word I have it attached to large eucalypt that remained between the patio of orange trees and the bite of land on which enclosed the horse nochero.
It was really great. I do not know how high it could have. Now I think that may come to twenty meters. But it was huge for my height of gurí not even reached one. It distinguished him from more than two miles away. And it was clearly a reference point. When someone wanted to get home, it was easy to locate if you were away. The house of Don Antonio was the one large eucalyptus. I dare to say that its size came to give a name to the place. Well capitalized: Eucalyptus Grande.
Three children taken by the hand, standing around, we could not cover its huge trunk, which recently opened branches at a certain height. This made it impossible to climb. Moreover, its size had the greatest created a sort of exclusion zone on this tree. Large eucalyptus should not be up. That made it doubly exciting, and more than a nap the smaller fortune. Especially since its open branches made their huge nests parrots and our gomerazos just arrived there with force to be effective.
It was the tree in the Pirincho nesting. They had their tenement of leaving and entering Pirincho continuously to lay their eggs, sometimes pulling the floor to those who had the misfortune to be on the edges. And those rates were highly prized for their eggs, pale green full of whitewashed pintintas. Along with the partridge, Pitogo, dove and calendar, served to make great necklaces that adorned the walls of the dining room. In the midst of the colored beads, ostrich egg and a half old yellowed, officiated by Father for their size and consistency. He also could claim among their peers to adjective Grande.
But here's the awesome. One day Don Alejandro Weliz, the landowner, and a former resident of the area, informed us that that huge tree had gone through the eye of a needle. Yes, it sounds like, and no extenuating exegesis. We would not have believed it, if it were not for Don Weliz respect we deserve very close to worship. Our family had the old enabled us to be tenants in their field and thus have a land to work and live. At home he always spoke with great respect and appreciation. When he visited us, the boys were thoroughly washed, and admonished not to do so rumpus. And this was a sign that the visit would be top class.
But despite the credibility that we deserve who said, our children's minds were already critical enough to refuse to believe that Eucalyptus Grande ever could have, long ago, have passed through the eye of a needle. And it was not, as in stories, a huge needle, but needle sewing patches pants. Clearly the thing needed evidence. And Don Alejandro, needle in hand, took us to the Eucalyptus Grande to provide it.
Sought on the ground a twig which had its small cluster of seeds. Rather, what the racimito showed, was the small diamond within which were the seeds. Everything was immensely small. The diamond seed had to be carefully uncovered in the palm of the hand with the tip of the nail of the little finger. In doing so, the small container shed a lot of little seeds almost invisible. And one of them passed through the eye of the needle remained in the index finger of Don Weliz, who assured us that was egalitarian and of which he sowed when he wanted to be born that Eucalyptus.
The show was overwhelming. Done seed, the tree could happen.
I think our life made by the mature seed of pain and dispossession can also happen to find the hand of Father God in the Kingdom of Heaven. For Tata God all things are possible.