The symbol of the open door – which is so dear to the men and women of good will this jubilee year – suggestively crosses, in the Benedictine belief, the symbol of piercing at the hands of a soldier, in the side of Christ who died on the cross. That wound, after all, had been indicated by the Risen One with glorious wounds as open lips to be explored to resolve a snag in the journey: “Stretch out your arm and put your hand in my side; and do not be a disbeliever, but a believer.”
Faith is a life that meets the person of Christ – lets himself to be found by Him -, gives Him credit and relies on Him, because it is a life that learns to know itself while growing, that wants to be dynamic. Like any journey knows protected stops, in one’s own home or in someone else’s, to enjoy the presence of the One with Whom (s)he walks and when life in belief becomes heavy with fatigue, disappointments and black cases of our existence, does not give up and drop everything, but makes the best out of the forced interruption, looking for the way from there towards a “beyond”.
The ‘”beyond” we access, invited to step in by the One who is a gift for us – a gift of love till death because of love – the One who had been presented as a well-protected sheepfold, whose doors, nonetheless, are always open. Yes, because everyone has to learn the pace and rhythm of a journey in which we follow in his footsteps, in freedom and fullness. During the break of dialogue and communion, I experience and learn that His gift is for me: if I am sick or have fallen, cured and raised, His word gives new impetus to my language.
But that source of gift and resurrection is abundant and inexhaustible, designed for everyone “I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold; I have to guide them too.” The door is open, the gift is waiting for you, to walk in fullness: He is “calling […] everyone by name, and leads them out. And when he pushed them out, he walks in front of them, and the sheep follow Him because they know His voice “(cf. Gospel of John ch. 10).
The Giver/gift, in His turn – that is the mystery opened to us – lives in an extraordinary dynamism of communion with the Father, God – as He, the Son, is God Himself -. There, the gift is woven with gratitude without shadows, desire for glory and sum honor for the Interlocutor Who is different from Himself, but never separate from Himself, an invitation for us to enter this symphony of gratitude because our smallness or unworthiness united to Him are full of Him. There is no memory of our offenses, only satisfaction because of our true good, which we have identified and assimilated: let us experience, maybe for the first time, the fertility of humility and meekness before God and between ourselves, our inalienable wealth during the journey.