It is a crowded train where I find myself writing a letter to you. I feel slowing down and being melancholy. It may come from the gloomy weather or the slow journey that I took a week ago in Italy. The travel has been relaxing and reflective not to worry about things I left behind in the US. Here I am eating gourmet pizza, praying before the great saints like St. Franics, St. Ignatius and St. Catherine of Siena, and enjoying friendship with my brother priests. The season of waiting for the LOVE seems to be fulfilled in the journey.
On the way I have met many heroes. 44, it is the time Francisco lived on earth. Too short and yet so profound that influenced thousands of lives of young men and women. His spirit filled with freedom and passion still lives in Assisi. Florence is simply beautiful to walk around. When I stood before the statue of David by Michaelangelo, its elegance and size overwhelmed me. Standing on the sacred ground, I felt a kind of connection to the past Michaelangelo made alive. The glance of the David captured my imagination to be with him after finishing the impossible mission-fighting againt Goliath. I was grateful to Michaelangelo because his creation gave me courage to confront my Goliath with confidence that the David had-God is with us.
The journey is going on. I am looking through the window at the scenary of Italy where I feel being at home. I am a sojouner who wanders with faith, faith of waiting for the coming of the LOVE.