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God who is Love
God exists because there is love. Love exists because there is God. God in fact is love. He lives because he gives life. You breathe: you have a physical existence. You love: you have a spiritual existence. If you don’t love, it would be as if you don’t breathe: you are dead in your soul. But – they say – we can’t see God. That’s true. We cannot see him with the eyes of the body because he is a pure spirit. However, once he became man in Christ, he appeared to a whole population. But we contemplate him with the eyes of the spirit, because he is love and love is a spirit, and we experience him as such. The experience is prolonged by our relationship with people purified. When we are with children, their eyes issue a light which resembles that of the other constellations. Likewise when we approach apostles, servers of humanity, priests who live only of their ideal, and virgins totally dedicated to God, and workers of every type driven by the sense of integrity, another atmosphere issues, enveloping the material world. In it we easily meet creatures linked to the other type of love, which prolongs the innocence of Mary and the sacrifice of Christ.
Igino Giordani, The only love, New City, Rome, 1974, p. 9
The dark night
God’s revelation to the soul resembles the education with which parents raise their sons, using caresses and scolding, amid smiles and tears. This is what the Eternal Father does. Intimacy with him grows, if the purification grows in us. We feel him according to how much we love him. In this experience, some mystics at the height of the consolations, passed through phases of desolation: the dark night. It happens often during the period of existence in which we expect more comprehension. And instead, it is precisely then that man is confused and fears that he is misunderstood. It is the purification, due to which the relationship becomes a crystalline divine gift. And it results in a serene certainty of one who coexists with Love incarnate, from which a happiness ensues and which not even the most bitter earthly betrayal can upset.
Igino Giordani, The only love, cit., p. 10-11