I am reading - slowly, as one should really read - the first letter of our Rector Major, Angel Fernandes, on this Friday morning that is the feast of St Stephen, when perhaps our Ratisbonne community is in Bet Gemal, this beautiful property, the House of Gamaliel, where probably Stephen was buried. Don Angel is reminding us that we are not just salesians, but salesian consecrated persons, and that we find our raison d'etre not in what we do, but in what we are, signs that speak.
Several of us have been marked by New Age. I can't forget that OSHO, Bhagavan Shree Rajneesh, was our next door neighbour in Pune. Not that we do not speak of Christ - we do, and so did Osho, and brilliantly. Not that we do not care for Christ. But perhaps he remains a great figure, a beloved figure - one among many. Is that enough for a "salesian consecrated person"? Don Angel says, somewhat elliptically: "the way ahead is a return to a meeting with Him Who gives meaning to every moment." And I think: yes, this is it. There is no 'reason,' in the end, for being a disciple and a follower. There is only love. There is this, that one turns and looks at one's life, one's experience, and discovers - or fails to discover - that one has been loved by a special love, that one is able to identity and name with a Name. Not an idea, however brilliant. Not even an example, however powerful. But a person, with a name.