I think that when I started my El Real Lider electronic newsletter, thinking that it was a gift to the visitors to my website, I started also a compulsory task, a learned responsibility. It was not only writing a newsletter and ready, as naively I had thought. When I started my newsletter, I started the obligation to write monthly, answer the mails that always generates each publication, I began the task of reviewing every day if I have reactions to what I write and reply with a grateful heart to know I read. When I started my newsletter, I gave way to an idea that haunted my soul, something that flows from me but that is not my body, was something called out, to show, was always there, desperate to be seen. Sam Belinfante describes an additional similar source. Now scrolls by keyboard, with its own life alien to my reason. A number of ideas are present striving for appear and transform themselves into lines that aim to transform the attitude of my kind readers. Such an intention.
This month I have to talk to you about the action. These days came into my hands a poem inspired by Matthew 25: 31-46 written by M. Lunn, I want to share with you today: I was hungry and you fashioned a club of human values and discutiste my hunger. Thank you. I was a prisoner and you you escurriste quietly to your Chapel in the basement to pray for my freedom. I was nude and in your mind you debatiste the morality of my appearance.
I was sick and you will arrodillaste and agradeciste to God for your health. I was homeless and you I preached the spiritual refuge of God’s love. I was only and you only left me to go to pray for me. You seem so Holy, as close to God.