The Resurrection of Rome

If I look at this city of Rome, as it is, I feel that my Ideal is far off, as far off as the times when great saints and great martyrs shed eternal light around themselves, even on the walls of these monuments, which are still standing and bear witness to the love uniting the early Christians.
This is in such incredible contrast to the vain and dirty worldliness, which dominates the streets, and to an even greater extent conceals itself in the corners of houses where anger and every other kind of sin and disturbance lurk. I would call my Ideal a utopia if I did not think of the One who also saw a world like this around him and who, at the height of his life seemed overwhelmed by it, as though evil had defeated him. He, too, looked out upon a great crowd, which he loved as he loved himself. He who created the world would have wanted to extend the bonds that were to unite all to himself as children to their Father, and to unite brothers and sisters to one another. He had come to bring the family back together – to make all people one. Instead – in spite of his words of Fire and Truth that burned to ashes the deadwood of vanities, which buried the Eternal existing within people and among people, – many, although they comprehended his words, did not want to understand, and their eyes remained blank because their souls were in darkness. And all this because he had created them to be free.
He who had come down from heaven could have brought everyone back to life with just one glance. But he had to leave it up to them – people created in the image and likeness of God – to discover the joy of the free conquest of heaven. Eternity was at stake, and for all of Eternity they could have lived like children of God, like God, creators of their own happiness (thanks to their participation in the almighty power of God).
He looked at the world just as I see it, but he did not doubt. As he prayed at night, dissatisfied and saddened for a world headed for ruin, he turned his glance again to heaven above and to the heaven within him, where the Trinity dwelled and was the true Being, the Everything that was real, while outside on the streets the nothingness that passes away still wandered about aimlessly. And I will do the same as He to remain connected to the Eternal, to the Uncreated, which is the root of the created, and therefore the Life of everything, and to believe in the final victory of Light over darkness.
I go through Rome but I don’t want to look at it. I look at the world within me; I hold on to what has meaning and value. I make myself completely one with the Trinity residing in my soul, enlightening it with eternal light, filling it with all of heaven populated by the angels and saints who... can be found in my small person recollected with the Three in a unity of love, for they are not subject to space and time.
And I encounter the Fire that invades all the humanity God gave me and makes me another Christ, another God-person by participation.
Thus, my humanity merges with the divine.
My eyes are no longer closed. In fact, it is through the pupil of my eye, empty channel to my soul, through which all the light that is within me passes (if I allow God to live in me) that I look at the world and everything in it. But it is no longer I who look.
It is Christ in me who looks and sees once again the blind to be enlightened, the mute to whom voice is to be given, and the crippled to be healed. They are blind to the vision of God within and outside of themselves; deaf to the word of God who speaks in them as well, and which through them could be transmitted to others who thus could have the truth awakened in them. They are crippled because they have become immobilized, and are thus ignorant of the divine will, in the depths of their hearts, which spurs them on to eternal movement, that is, eternal love, through which one becomes a blaze by spreading the fire. In this way, opening my eyes to what is outside of me, I see humanity with the eyes of God who is all-trusting because he is Love. I see and discover my own Light, my true Reality, my true self (buried perhaps or secretly camouflaged out of shame) in the others. Having found myself again, I unite myself to myself, reviving myself – as Love which is Life – in my neighbours. In this way, I revive Jesus in them, another Christ, another God-man, the manifestation of the Father’s goodness here on earth, the eyes of God on humanity. Thus, I extend the Christ in me to my neighbour; I form a living and complete cell of the Mystical Body of Christ, a living cell, a hearth of God possessing the Fire that is to be communicated, along with the Light, to others. It is God who from two makes one, placing himself as third, as the relationship between them: Jesus among us. In this way love circulates and (through its inherent law of communion) like a river of fire, naturally carries along with it, all that the two possess in order to achieve a communion of both their material and spiritual goods. This bears active and visible witness to a unifying love, true love, the love of the Trinity. Then the total Christ truly relives in both, in each one, and among us. It is Christ, man-God, with the most diversified expressions of the human imbued with the divine, which are placed at the service of the eternal goal: God whose interest is in the Kingdom; it is he who is the ruler of all, the giver of every good to all his children like an impartial Father. And I think that by allowing God to live in me, and by letting him love himself in my neighbours, he would discover himself in many; many eyes then would shine with his light, giving a tangible sign that he reigns there. And the Fire purifying all things, at the service of Eternal Love, would spread quickly throughout Rome to bring Christians back from the dead and to transform this so-called atheistic era, into an era of Fire, an era of God. But in the effort to bring back some Christianity, we need to have the courage not to consider other means, which would only re-echo past glories; or at least we should not overestimate these means. The point is that we need to bring God back to life in us, and then keep him alive, and therefore overflow him onto others like bursts of Life that revive the dead. And we need to keep him alive among us by loving one another, (and to love one another does not require a lot of noise: love means death to ourselves – death is silence – and life in God – and God is silence that speaks.) Then everything changes, politics and art, education and religion, private life and recreation. Everything. God is not in us like a crucifix hanging on a classroom wall. He is alive in us if we let him live, and he gives order to every human and divine law because everything comes from him. And from within us he speaks and teaches – he is the eternal teacher – the eternal and the temporal. And he gives value to everything. But we cannot understand this unless we let him live in us by living in others because life is love and if it doesn’t circulate it does not live. Jesus must see his resurrection in the Eternal City and be made present everywhere. He is Life, complete Life. And not only in the religious realm… To separate him from the total life of a person is a practical heresy of our times. It enslaves people to something that is beneath them, relegating God, who is Father, somewhere far from his children. No, he is the man, the perfect person, summarizing in himself all people and all truth and every impulse that they might have to elevate themselves to their rightful place. And whoever has found Christ, this Man, has found the solution to every problem, whether human or divine. It is enough to love him.