On the way in Lent. The bridegroom
Reflections by Luigi Testa* On the fourth Friday of Lent
The altar of the ordeal is made on purpose so that you can enter it, below, on their knees. There is an opening: you put your hand, and touch the one that closest to the rock on who crashed the evil of the world and the love of God.
If you look well, see the glass - here there is no marble that covers - and, under the glass, the stone, the bare, inhospitable rock, the "place of the skull".
Who knows how much he puts on, that rock, to absorb that blood shed for me. And there discover the meaning of everything: while you are on the knees under that altar, you realize that there is an icon there-there is him, condemned, tied, with an infinitely sad eye, but always beautiful as a fawn (CT 2,9), recognizable between a myriad, his curls bunches of palm, black like the crow (CT 5,10-11).
And on that icon it is written "ὁ νύμφιος", the bridegroom. Here, and not elsewhere, you are really the groom. This rock is the cell in which you brought me because your banner on me is love (ct 2,4).
It is here that, finally, we make love. And, underneath, while the others do not see me, I can even lay my lips on yours, and tell you that no one will separate us anymore.
* Luigi Testa is the author of legal texts and writes in some national newspapers. "Via crucis of a gay boy"(Castelvecchi, 2024) is his first spiritual book, his other reflections are also published onGionata.org.
