It 's a really rainy season, possibly the wettest I can remember. Every day, clouds, water, humidity .. Where did it go that sun that warms us with its rays?
When my father died I received a card of condolence from Canada and so he said: "Even when it rains, there's always the sun beyond the clouds, but do not see it. Sooner or later it will shine again" .
's so, life is an alternation of joy and pain and if it is true that the pleasures are ephemeral, so is the pain that never has the last word.
Christ is our sun, which shines even when we see it.
