My dear friends 
Palm Sunday 1846 was on 5 April. In those days Don Bosco was thinking about giving a stable home to her fledgling Oratorio . Time was running out without finding a solution after recent failed attempts. Filippi Meadow rent does not work. They had to leave the place weeks later because the owner had given an ultimatum to the destruction of every Sunday. had driven from all over and closed doors where he had called in the hope of a positive response.
The difficulty, uncertainty and loneliness of those moments he narrated them with great harshness in the Annals of Oratory:
The difficulty, uncertainty and loneliness of those moments he narrated them with great harshness in the Annals of Oratory:
"Looking at the crowd of children and youth, I thought of the rich harvest that waiting for my priest and I felt my heart burst with pain. He was alone, without help, almost without strength and health has weakened, and he did not know where to bring my poor boys. To hide my pain, wandered lonely places. I remember being filled eyes with tears ... Then, lifting into the sky, I begged: "Oh my God! Show me a place where you can meet on Sunday with my kids or tell me what to do .... "
These words were written much later, but reveal the suffering of hard moments that were marked in your mind and heart that Sunday of passion.
Alone, without help, almost no strength ... An extreme situation that Don Bosco lived intensely to the point of experience great heartache . He felt, perhaps, that all efforts were in vain and that the weak work just started could end soon but could have done anything about it.
knew he could only lift his eyes to heaven : "Tell me, my God, I have to do ...."
There was no angel. Only a man named Pancracio Soave, on behalf of Mr. Pinardi him an unexpected offer:
- "I heard that the priest is looking for a place to a lab ... I know one. The porch of a friend of mine called Pinardi. Rent it for 300 lire a year, with contract ...
Finally a roof. A shed walls in poor condition, a lot ... the first roots. Almost five years Don Bosco take to buy the house and adjacent land Pinardi, but the seed was planted. God heard. And Don Bosco began to feel firmer ground underfoot.
Sunday was his particular passion in that distant 1846. But Don Bosco learned to rely increasingly on Providence in every experience of tentativeness, of abandonment, difficulty, solitude. God always opened the road and indicated a new path.
rightly, that Palm Sunday, after so many uncertainties, could tell his boys smiling and excited: "On Sunday we'll have our own place for the Oratory! ". April 12, 1846, Don Bosco took Pinardi Shed. Your new home. Our Porziuncola. That day was the beginning of a new journey. It was Easter Resurrection.
Your friend, Jose Miguel Núñez
Alone, without help, almost no strength ... An extreme situation that Don Bosco lived intensely to the point of experience great heartache . He felt, perhaps, that all efforts were in vain and that the weak work just started could end soon but could have done anything about it.
knew he could only lift his eyes to heaven : "Tell me, my God, I have to do ...."
There was no angel. Only a man named Pancracio Soave, on behalf of Mr. Pinardi him an unexpected offer:
- "I heard that the priest is looking for a place to a lab ... I know one. The porch of a friend of mine called Pinardi. Rent it for 300 lire a year, with contract ...
Finally a roof. A shed walls in poor condition, a lot ... the first roots. Almost five years Don Bosco take to buy the house and adjacent land Pinardi, but the seed was planted. God heard. And Don Bosco began to feel firmer ground underfoot.
Sunday was his particular passion in that distant 1846. But Don Bosco learned to rely increasingly on Providence in every experience of tentativeness, of abandonment, difficulty, solitude. God always opened the road and indicated a new path.
rightly, that Palm Sunday, after so many uncertainties, could tell his boys smiling and excited: "On Sunday we'll have our own place for the Oratory! ". April 12, 1846, Don Bosco took Pinardi Shed. Your new home. Our Porziuncola. That day was the beginning of a new journey. It was Easter Resurrection.
Your friend, Jose Miguel Núñez
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