The Gospel we have only listened tells us about something a Lord does each time he visits us: he calls us out of a house. These are images that we are asked to anticipate over and over again. God’s participation in a lives never leaves us tranquil: it always pushes to do something. When God comes, he always calls us out of a house. We are visited so that we can revisit others; we are encountered so as to confront others; we accept adore in sequence to give love.
In a Gospel we see Mary, a initial disciple. A immature lady of maybe between fifteen and seventeen years of age who, in a tiny encampment of Palestine, was visited by a Lord, who told her that she was to be a mom of a Savior. Mary was distant from “thinking it was all about her”, or meditative that everybody had to come and wait on her; she left her residence and went out to serve. First she goes to assistance her cousin Elizabeth. The fun that blossoms when we know that God is with us, with a people, gets a heart beating, gets a legs relocating and “draws us out of ourselves”. It leads us to take a fun we have perceived and to share it in service, in those “pregnant” situations that a neighbors or families might be experiencing. The Gospel tells us that Mary went in haste, solemnly though surely, with a solid pace, conjunction too quick nor so delayed as never to get there. Neither concerned nor distracted, Mary goes with promptness to accompany her cousin who recognised in her aged age. Henceforth this was always to be her way. She has always been a lady who visits group and women, children, a aged and a young. She has visited and accompanied many of a peoples in a play of their birth; she has watched over a struggles of those who fought to urge a rights of their children. And now, she continues to move us a Word of Life, her Son, a Lord.
These lands have also been visited by her maternal presence. The Cuban homeland was innate and grew, warmed by friendship to Our Lady of Charity. As a bishops of this republic have written: “In a special and singular approach she has molded a Cuban soul, moving a top ideals of adore of God, a family and a republic in a heart of a Cuban people”.
This was what your associate adults also settled a hundred years ago, when they asked Pope Benedict XV to announce Our Lady of Charity a Patroness of Cuba. They wrote that “neither flaw nor misery were ever means to vanquish a faith and a adore that a Catholic people confess for a Virgin of Charity, for whom, in all their trials, when genocide was approaching or recklessness was during a door, there arose, like a light pinch a dark of each peril, like a comforting dew…, a prophesy of that Blessed Virgin, definitely Cuban and desired as such by a loving mothers, sanctified as such by a wives.”
In this shrine, that keeps alive a memory of God’s holy and true traveller people in Cuba, Mary is worshiped as a Mother of Charity. From here she protects a roots, a identity, so that we might never wandering to paths of despair. The essence of a Cuban people, as we have only heard, was fake amid pang and want that could not conceal a faith, that faith that was kept alive interjection to all those grandmothers who fostered, in a daily life of their homes, a vital participation of God, a participation of a Father who liberates, strengthens, heals, grants bravery and serves as a certain retreat and a pointer of a new resurrection. Grandmothers, mothers, and so many others who with adore and adore were signs of visitation, bravery and faith for their grandchildren, in their families. They kept open a tiny