Japanese Teacher/student

"Jesus seduced me and I let myself be seduced". Well. Then Jesus can be a tempting devil! Now we know. The good that is not as seductive as ammagliante evil. That shines and glitters. It makes noise. The property is quiet, peaceful, is personified in the passion of Christ is death. Not of this world. Who is seduced by the property is no longer. There should be more. Who is seduced by evil instead sees only himself. Supergonfiato selfishness. (Note the bellies of some!). The other day I made a pittance. First step in front of the unfortunate. Then a few yards away I want to go back. I do not know why I did it. For punishment. Yes, for mercy. Cade money in the jar empty and battered McDonald's and I hear a desperate voice and lively, but I do not watch that, "God bless you." It 's a black voice and sad as the blues, rounded woman (Seduced by evil?). I beg to feel better. In my selfishness I know it's true. I try not to be light after I won something. But then melt the chains of reason and smile. My heart smiles even with the knowledge of having done something selfish. If the Lord has chosen you forget the joy. The signs are the wounds of Jesus and the lowest level suffering. The image of Jesus with blond heart in my hand (the heart of Jesus!), Yet manly, upright, blue eyes that gives joy is a lie. The joy is there, but who is seduced at the end of a journey of suffering.

The opulence is banned. The revolutionary Christ fought and died for the freedom of the press ... no, but spiritual. Choose your unique God. The Lamb rather than the Aries or Taurus. We choose our path by following his teachings. I do not want to entrust a decrepit old man dying my soul and follow the lists of spiritual-political calls to accept. My spiritual freedom not entrust to those who preach poverty, but he drinks in cups of gold the best wine in the world. "Satan's lie," said a Hungarian about that building that was built on who lied three times. But we forgive. Judas did not need our forgiveness. It is forgiven by yourself! Yes I am a Christian. Non-Catholic. During the day, when the light gives me strength, like to define nihilistic. But when darkness falls. In the nights of loneliness and despair to come out here my Christianity. I'll be a coward. I was raised Catholic, or contaminated by bourgeois hypocrisy. That black woman to whom I had an old sign for charity when it was written in both English and Italian: "Help me, I am poor, but happy." Then he changed. Now it is written: "Help me, I am poor." When you read the first look and smile at the end of the nearly accomplice. But no answer was received with laughter. I know that does not want to laugh more in the face. It is no longer happy. And maybe not even seduced by the love of Jesus Or at least he's had enough of love. After a little love too disgusted. Amen.