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Don Lolo, a friend of God

homily of Mgr. Mario Delpino, auxiliary bishop of Milan, in memory of a priest killed tragically in Busto Arsizio twenty years ago. A text - through him - talk straight to each of we

They live among us friends of God live as everyone's hard work and joy, days of frenzy and feast days, days of health and sick days, but the friends of God living like everyone else, living in an extraordinary way. Like everyone, meet the people, meet nice people and unbearable people, have friends and sometimes enemies, meet many people, like everyone else, but who meets the friends of God shall keep a special memory. They have their own character, like all, some are shy and others outgoing and talkative, some are impulsive and reactive, others are patient and discreet, yet all the friends of God are as marked by a discipline that makes them available also what is not spontaneous. They live among us, the friends of God, not noticed at first glance, do not make noise, but they are the ones that keep the world who take things wrong and try to straighten them: whether it's a crying baby , of a patient who is alone, the problems of global dimension.

Friends of God living among us, live like everyone else, are men and women who look like all the others. Yet they have something extraordinary.

Friends of God live on a particular freedom. They delivered their desire for God to be happy and therefore no longer worry too much about themselves. They know that God will not disappoint, ever. So

are free. They are free from fear: they are exposed to all risks that the mission, that does not naivete or arrogance, but out of obedience. They are free from the search for consensus, they are free from the judgments of others and listen to all know that everyone has to learn, but the standard of their work is not the popularity or the approval of the world. The freedom comes from an inner strength which lives in the fear of God I am free from narrow interests. Never wonder "what will I gain?", Because they live with gratitude. The gift they have received is so great, so free that it can not share it for free. They are even willing to lose, have no worries about their future.

They are also free from the obsession to verify the results. They engage with all our strength, are passionate about the business that affect them, but they know they are only laborers sent to sow. Are in charge of the harvest, the angels of God

Friends of God live in a mystery and I am moved . Were visited by a call, were called unspeakable intimacy. In solitude there is fun, because the presence of God is not a word, but a tremendous and loving communion. They love the silence and sometimes catches them in a prayer that you can not guess, in the middle of the night or at dawn. They do not speak often of themselves, have a reserve on their spiritual lives. But if you ask them questions, you can be surprised by words of fire or a squirt of fresh water for your thirst.

Friends of God are people who live with a purpose. Their goals are not by ambition, not fed by the desire for a career, from a presumption of leadership. They have a purpose, but rather obedience to the mission. In what they do put everything themselves, sparing neither strength nor intelligence, nor resources, with the sacrifice. They have no where else to escape, do not defend the brackets of their private, as the possibility of another life. They have another life because the mission they have received has become their whole life. We consider only the servants and live with their pride serve, because they know their Lord.

Friends of God together host a joy invincible and a poignant sadness. We do not know how to explain what they feel, yet carry around the city where soothsayers their smile with a joy that does not come from fortunate coincidences or absence of problems, but un'inesplorabile depth, like a spring that never stops ever the joy of food. But the joy of the friends of God is not naive to be joyful. Votes in a poignant sadness-the strength of compassion because there is no suffering that you leave them indifferent is the sigh of accomplishment because there is no day of life that does not invoke "Thy kingdom.

They live among us, the friends of God and go mostly unnoticed. The headlines and the chatter of clichés woven ignore them because they are dedicated to complaints and gossip, criticism and complaint, the rhetoric and gossip. So the friends of God, not an event.

And I'm here in our midst, even if they pass unnoticed.

happens, however, sometimes an extraordinary event that brought them the attention and then all realize it and are admired.

So was the story of Don Isidoro and the tragedy of his death. A friend of God died as a sacrificial lamb and the eyes of all turned out to be the glory of God who has shone the life of Don Isidoro since its early years. So he, so unobtrusive, so bashful and character has become news.

Why will this happen?

I believe that the friends of God to fulfill their mission in life and in death. So I think sometimes happens that the friends of God drawing attention of many because they all feel a given word, a call for an application.

you like to become friends with God? I tell you it's worth it!

the February 14, 1991, aged just forty-six, died Don Isidoro Meschi. Don Lolo - as everyone called him - meratese priest, was killed with a stab to the heart. Was killed by or one of his boys, a young man with serious psychological problems. Don Isidoro had followed him for years, helping also to build a professional perspective. They were just after 22. It was in the field behind the farmhouse that was renovated to be used as a recovery community. He had an appointment with the boy who was later assassinated. He had to talk to him, maybe offer some advice. The young man raises his voice, he gets angry, loses control and takes out a knife.
Don Isidoro instead remains with him to escape, trying to reason with him and reassure him. Instead, the boy stabbed him with a jab straight to the heart. For Don Isidoro there was nothing to do, nothing is served running the hospital. Maybe he knew he would die. Once, five years before his murder, during an illness, Sister Maria told him he had to heal because she would not have withstood the pain of his loss. He said: "Up to forty-five years does not die." She felt that she would go to the same age as his father. At the funeral of Milan, Cardinal Carlo Maria Martini, described him as a saint, "Maybe one day he does not become a sign for the whole Church."