Seriously underestimated! To get the spiritual connotation and ironic effect, I am afraid that some experience in living in a strong religious atmosphere is needed. It is not enough to understand the history/doctrines of Catholicism.
The gospel spoken by Jesus himself was buried by the church. It is as ridiculous as if the same Old Testament and New Testament were misrepresented by the false "messengers", leading to different religions and denominations! Believers who are obviously all gods are fighting each other. In order to protect the faith, they have lost the ability to believe and even believe. It sounds so ridiculous, but God knows how many believers I can’t understand each other. Dissatisfaction that you forget your beliefs because you abide by it, from "worry through the intestines" to "killing me to cheer up my big brother", metaphysical or metaphysical. Everyone between the two extremes is dissatisfied with each other. Wealth inequality is still which party and how many social issues are used for the east wind to overwhelm the west wind, and the west wind to overwhelm the east wind, leaving only me, a bystander who is often drawn in and never subservient, has no choice but to sigh.
But religion is indeed beautiful. I am an atheist. No true god or false god can make me bow my head, but from the bottom of my heart I admire the beauty of religion-walking through the Catholic Church and listening to chants like sunlight falling through the stained glass, standing in the Christian youth During the event, people held hands and whispered in the dark, leaning against the window of the ancient temple of Qingshan, watching the bronze bell near the wooden fish, sitting on a Persian felt blanket and huddling with Muslim friends to listen to the imam singing the unintelligible Quran -Isn't it beautiful? I found that these ancient religions are all knocking on my heart, although I will not take refuge, but I am still really moved. I will not believe that light is his creation just because someone ignites a fire in the dark, nor will I be entangled in what posture or method the person who ignited the fire two thousand years ago lit the fire, but light is indeed born from the ignited flame. It is as if it was born two thousand years ago, although then and now, light is constantly being born elsewhere:
Frankie is the messenger chosen by Father Alameida, but it is only a messenger. It doesn't matter whether she has the attributes of a "saint" or not. Just like the dove that caused the first stigmata and has been around her since then, it is an important messenger, but even if this messenger straps the entire Bible to his feet, it cannot change the sad fact that birds are not gods.
Having said that, I want to talk about the importance of pigeons. If you pay attention, you should be able to realize that there are many more pigeons in this film than Wu Yusen, and realize that they are somewhat important: At the beginning of the church of Bella Quinto, a demon wind blows wildly, and a group of pigeons flies in the light and shadow; God’s city, Vatican, appeared with Father Andrew’s black suit, and a group of white pigeons on the street; Frankie’s first stigma originated from the feathers dropped by a pigeon that a ghost knew where it came from; the last two editions In the ending (Frankie is dead/not dead), Frankie (soul) wears a white robe and holds a white dove that has fallen from the sky, walking in the garden, almost clearly reflecting the statue of St. Francis behind it ( Franciscus Assisiensis)...
What is a dove in Catholicism? They brought bread to the prophets and were food for the wanderers. They were animals that Abraham never shed blood when he sacrificed to God. They walked with Jesus when he first visited the temple... They are the "currency" of kindness and compassion. They are the creatures who represent "sacrifice" under God.
Luke 3:21-22 is written like this:
"All the people were baptized, and Jesus was also baptized. While he was praying, the sky was opened. The Holy Spirit fell on him like a dove; another voice came from the sky, saying:'You are my beloved son , I am pleased with you.'"
—So we may say that the last white dove descended from the sky, that is, the Holy Spirit descended from the sky. Frankie walked in the garden, because through the 5 (4) Dao Stigma, all original sins have been forgiven and she returned to the original home of mankind Garden of Eden...
Let us now return to the fire and light of two thousand years ago and the blind people who searched for it:
Frankie is the messenger of Father Alameida, so what if she is an atheist, Alameida's will lives somewhere in her heart that she can't discern. Alameida lit the fire, and light shot through her. She was bright, of course, but this brightness hurt her, purified her, loved her, but had nothing to do with her.
Father Alameida was the messenger of Jesus, so what if he was forced to be "aphasia" as an interpreter, what if he was forced to walk away as a monk? As a messenger of Jesus, he was forced to bury the gospel that Jesus himself said in the "Image of Jesus on the Cross" "What about the following (more mockery!)? The gospel of Jesus is still there, "The kingdom of God is in the hearts of men and is everywhere." It naturally appears in everyone who is strong enough to admit fragility and brave enough not to "see fire for the blind." People of all faiths—even non-believers—can find him. Because God is not a house built with wood or stone. "Split a piece of wood and I will appear immediately, lift a stone and you will find me."
Needless to say, Jesus is the messenger of God sent to the world in Catholicism and Christianity, and the messenger of God in Islam. People!), John 14:6-7 writes, “I am the way, the truth, and the life... If you know me, you will also know my Father. From now on, you know him and have See him." God lit the fire through him, and he himself shined out like fire, but is it his light or the light of God? It does not matter, no matter who ignites the fire, as long as there is fire; no matter who brings light, as long as there is light! People who are infected by the light only need to think about the light, don't waste the light to find its origin in the dark.
What about God? Or Allah? Or other gods who are not so famous? They are the products of religion, but they are messengers of faith. If we can feel the power and beauty of any work of art (even though we all know that it comes from the creation of the author rather than the creation of the art product itself), then we should be able to appreciate the power and beauty of "God", he is like others Those "arts" that support people in difficult situations and calm people in joy are the products of mortals, the fires ignited by mortals, but transcend time and beyond the mortals who created him, and illuminate countless people who come to the fire. people. He is "the way, the truth, and the life", a light without thanks, a messenger like a dove, nothing more.
Light the fire by yourself, don't be afraid to admit the cold of the long night. Enjoy the light, fear the light, and be grateful to the person who lit the fire two thousand years ago, but don't follow him, he is the same body as you. A person who admits insignificance and humbleness but does not bow to his knees may be closer to God.
...NB The following is not the author's speech, but the GB nympho speech?
ps When I watched "Little Women" I was not familiar with Gabriel Byrne, but then I vaguely thought: He is suitable for the role of Father Ralph in "The Thorn Birds"! Now I am more sure of my judgment, gb is definitely the right candidate: dark curly hair, blue eyes, handsome and non-aggressive, not a peerless beauty, but if you want to, a single eye can be intriguing. ... can speak many European languages, is knowledgeable and approachable, speaks English with a little overdone, soft Irish accent (to be honest before him, I didn't think anyone could speak Irish accent without breaking... Thanks to gb for pulling the Irish accent out of the ranks of the villages), wobbly to fall into the world, fragile as mundane, yet sitting idols are relentlessly strong, and there is always a contradictory and charming sacredness in his body, which makes people want to destroy Kind.
Ah, he's so handsome, my dream type is ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
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