"For us, the older generation, too disillusioned by war and for war, as well as other experiences, - wrote John Guareschi - the goal remains the sentimental Christmas of each year. Christmas is for us to stage the annual long hard journey: the leafy shade of the tree which, left the sunny, dusty road, we stop a moment to collect our ideas, our memories, and look back. And together with our loved ones are: the living and the dead. And in our crib for reborn every Christmas, with baby Jesus, the hope for a better world. "
's right, as it tells the immortal pen of John Guareschi, which is Christmas.
's right, as they depict the words of the father of Don Camillo and Peppone, the Nativity of our homes back to life and meaning, every year passes, never going out of fashion.
's right, like all our elders have taught us that the Christmas season takes shape and heat, even in a world like ours too often blinded by the cold arrogance of those who feel they have more need of Christmas.
Guareschi was an extraordinary man, a man born in the wrong era, a man of another era. Behind the mustache and checkered shirt under his lurked the heart and mind of a man who could not tolerate the bad habit of progress, of that "pork progress" if it has "enriched the material life of man" has, at same time, "depleted, up to destroy it, their lives spiritual. "
Guareschi was a guy who sent her to say, was an Italian who has always had the courage of his ideas, he was a Christian who did not care too much about the pacifism end in itself. Feel that they belong to a world he saw and slowly disappear, including the church, the house and a glass of red wine, Giovanni Guareschi has painted with his words an Italy that often made people laugh but still believed. A small country, one of which he wrote Guareschi, even if that split had already damned forever, deep inside, that's the lowest common denominator represented by the simple wooden cross that symbolizes the Christian identity of Europe of ours, our home and of each country.
"I am a reactionary, I'll post my delight, because I am opposed to progress and want to relive the things of the past. But on a very reactionary, because the real sinister reactionary is someone who, in the name of progress and social equality, would have us go back to the wild cave and was able to dominate a mass of well-developed but uncivilized brutes. " So, without too many turns of phrase, Guareschi described himself, beyond any boring rhetoric of mediation and tolerance. He was a man all of a piece Guareschi: a simple Po never willing to compromise enough to end up in jail while the law does not recant his ideas, his values \u200b\u200band his writings. And jail, actually, we ended Guareschi: because of its indomitable spirit of writer assault without fear of anyone. In 1950 he was sentenced to prison for insulting the Head of State, Luigi Einaudi, Guareschi and in 1954 he was again accused of defamation for publishing the "Candide" Alcide De Gasperi two letters dating back to 1944, in which De Gasperi asked to Anglo Americans to bomb the outskirts of Rome in order to demoralize the spirit of the Italian people.
short, Giovanni Guareschi was a consistent man who always had the courage of his actions and his words. But in addition to his journalistic activities indomitable Guareschi is the image of a great father family and a old man who knew how to dig deep in the hearts of men of his time.
Guareschi's strength was the strength of a Christian who breathed the air of the people - that is our - that sinks its truest identity in that Child's crib. Because from there, and only from there, by that Jesus who was born just look at our crib is the very meaning of life. And in that regard
Guareschi, one day, he wrote: "The fact is that we all think of Christmas as a day off the calendar. As a day out of time. Christmas is for us all as an end point. And our dream is to trudge all year then drops to stop for a bit '. As if, that day, the time should stop. But you can not ever stop, because time does not stop. It would be enough to stop a minute, but this is not given neither to the living or the dead because eternity is a closed circle that always begins and never ends. It 's something that continues without ever having started and never able to finish. And unconsciously we think that, when it comes to Christmas and try to explain our immense anguish with trivial reasons. But the fact is that we, on that day, look out for a moment on the abyss of infinite admiration for the greatness of God is not enough for us not to men enough faith to make us forget our infinite smallness. "
Emanuele Pozzolo
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND A HAPPY 2011!
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