14 days ago, we met at the church meditate and pray for the Gospel of John, chap. 15 (I am the vine and you are the branches, abide in me and I in you, without me ye can do nothing ...)
I cut my garden twig of vine & # 233; decorate the altar, and illustrate the text.
Listening to the text, I turned my gaze to the spontaneously auteul and saw. I saw the twig with leaves beginning to wilt. I had a cut this branch hour and a half earlier and was already dying.
And I was overwhelmed by an immense pity for this shoot: I do not think he could die so quickly being separated from the vine. It was such a short time and he was already so badly.
Before that, I did not realize how the branch could not do without the vine. This is vital!
I confess, I cried, hiding a bit because I was in public.
For this shoot, it was me.
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