Wentinam His name was "Who loves me?" . This meant his name in his native language: Wentinam "Who loves me?" Who loves you? God loves you! We have loved you! And here we are with you, asking the Lord for you, praying to God for us, for your life and your story not only remain in our memory, but remain in our hearts, where the feelings are purer, more authentic, more of God. And always remember you because you were one of us, our house, our family, the sons of Don Bosco, our son and our brother and our friend. closer You do not have to cross, no more deserts to cross, no more dreams to chase. No more mountains in which to hide no more hurdles to jump. You made your last trip. This if you drove to the promised land, that dream, that longing, you came looking on this side leaving behind an uncertain future. You took a leap forward and look, God listened. You asked for a miracle and the miracle came true: there are no more shadows in your life, no more thirst, no more pain. You just have to love.
came and we open our door. share the roof and the table, life and dreams. We did just what we needed to do: to receive and share. Is not that the Gospel of Jesus? Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me ... Can not speculate on Gospel, we can not speculate on the lives of people, we can not speculate on the intensity with which a man clings to a man when he cries, bleeding from the mouth, an opportunity and a hand to hold . Were
man of deep faith. We strengthened the confidence in the God who preceded you . Tough to exhaustion experienced many times how the Lord sustained. Remember when you told me that even a snake in your hand you did wrong? Know that God took you as on eagles' wings, the palm of your hand, always ahead by opening the sea for you ... Always open sea.
raising the hope of a better future . Not just for you. "My first offense before God - I said - will be doing nothing for humanity, especially humanity marginal, abandoned to their fate, those whom society calls shamelessly 'street children' very dirty under the bags on the market or on the streets, they show us God's face hidden under the misery that our social inequalities caused them ". wanted a quick return to Africa for - as you said yourself - bring to fruition the seed. Fighting man, stout man of hope, a man of dreams.
And now you have only love. The love life on many occasions, I refused. But did you know kiss, did you know about the heart and has won the friendship of many, the love of your mother and your brothers who were there in your town and the affection of the Salesians who welcomed you in Kara, the children who accompanied our small homes and educator of friends that care about your country, the Salesians have been your family and your home in recent months, friends, doctors, nurses, everyone I knew and knew to speak to the heart .
And now you have only love. Wentinam "Who loves me?" God loves you, Cyriaque, God holds you, God has led open sea, Full Life. intercede before the Father, for your journey, your story and your eyes cross with ours along the way, have not been in vain.
NB. Cyriaque was Togo. He came to Spain without papers seeking a better life and pursuing a dream. A few months of each other a liver cancer killed him. Just the day before he died, ironies of life, we got a residence permit for which we fight for months. Left among us a deep impression. A man tenacious fighter, with a unshakable confidence in God. This February, for four years after his death. With all the love.
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