However we want to see, October 4th is an important date in our history.
Assisi, that night in 1226, did not die just a man-discussed and controversial was a politician? a barker? a magician? In fact, contrary to trends and certain cloying choruses parish, not the death of Francis in the small Umbrian village is celebrated every year on time. Moreover, the Church can not wait to die, his life too radical, too-broad consent, and if Francis was still alive today, certainly you can bet that no rejoicing at all for those stigmata Pope Gregory IX who had tried every means to conceal.
On closer inspection, not much gioirebbero even the friars of the Sacred Convent, whose ancestors in 1221 prompted him to resign as general fraternitas because too unpopular with the pope. For them, some are better there, buried under that mound of rock's more like a bell with such a silencer, not a monument to the memory. Not to mention, however, advocates of peace at all costs? People on the left, right, but grew up with the rosary in the red shirt and a peculiar idiosyncrasy for atheists, you know, good customs of the country. If you study a bit more about the Franciscan sources, they will realize that their affection saint of the 'dialogue' preached right and left the crusade against the infidels, and that the temple of peace and harmony that has become home to the Basilica of Assisi is still intact on the lower floor, the tomb of John of Brienne, the lord of that War who organized and ran the fifth crusade, devoted friend of the poor and reciprocated.
will be an affront to the history and dignity of all this, but it does not matter. They won them and now there is nothing else than leaving cheer. They won the followers of Francis of October 4, the dead and buried, wrapped in the grave, much like the hierarchy. Needless to explain that read the sources would be an excellent antidote to not fall into the trap again, not to believe that a sorcerer, who was begging for approval spells when the Church forbade openly, have a clean criminal record. But so be it.
One question we are left unresolved, and is the most absurd. October 4, 2008 that, in reality, not a funeral, commemorating the death of a man with his boundless ambition, and its many weaknesses, but a birthday. It will be a mirage, but a force to watch in disbelief and appalled collective organ of smiles and cheers of jubilation, there seems to glimpse a cake in the middle of the crowd, a big cream cake with lots of candles. How many? More or less, I'd say there are 800, sir. Yes, he felt good, to put out 800 candles all at once, but do not worry, the sheep around the grave with the silencer has a sufficient number of mouths to extinguish them all. It takes them too good to be a saint! Not even a fold, there is still fully dressed and pressed to tell its 800 springs, as if he already knew that the story survives more easily by saints as heretics. Perhaps under that mound of rock, even a few tears fall from her face, it is not, in fact, that those who have spent a lifetime playing on human gullibility at the end is not moved a bit to much unexpectedly stupidity.
We do not just have to get comfortable melancholy beyond the zone, disturbed only by a hissing sound that echoes from time to time behind us. "Happy birthday, San Francisco! "
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