"The tortuous will be straightened" to save the path, because they are overlapping paths, which only turn around, detours and waste time and "the roughness of the paths will be smoothed"... all this work to make a flat, serene, welcoming path .

The question to which the gospel is pointing is that our life is destined for a wonderful encounter: "All flesh will see the Salvation of the Lord", our life is the meeting place with that Salvation that at the same time comes out to meet us, called Jesus. And to be able to find it, we only have to prepare the way, it is our part of the work, what does it mean for me in these moments of my life, to prepare the way, to fill in the ravines, to level the hills, to straighten the tortuous, to soften the rough roads ? Isn't it about rethinking each day if I follow the path outlined or if I have deviated from the route that leads me to my final destination? Isn't it about rearranging the lost path by straightening my will if I have strayed? It all depends on how clear I have the goal, the destination for which my God and Lord has created me, not my community partner, my superior, my father or mother, my brothers, my teacher, my travel companion in this life.... no, no, not me.

And this makes me think how many times one must reorient the path, paving the way for internal and external difficulties. I play the guitar, I like it, and the Lord in Italy fulfilled my wish, someone donated one to me and I can play in the parish where I live for the Sunday Eucharist. Except that obviously I don't know Italian songs and it's not easy to sing in another language, so thank God I'm with a small group with which I've gradually learned essential songs. But the pleasure has not lasted long hehe because it turns out that the expert for several important reasons cannot always attend and I am left alone to direct, sing and play. Oh God...difficult, actually, I don't have a lot of time to rehearse and sometimes no one comes to support me to sing and I was there...singing and playing...In fact, I was so scared that I quit... I did not go for two weeks to play... but the patron saint of my parish, St. Maria Goretti... did not go unnoticed and through the people of the parish and the parish priest, they complained to me that why I did not come, that it does not matter if I don't know how to sing all the songs, it's enough that I sing the same songs and animate the mass on Sunday. And I have had to straighten my path and despite the valleys of discouragement at seeing myself alone, the panic of my hills because I feel incapable of raising the tones hehe and the thousand paths in which I evade, my patron saint and my good God does nothing but wait for me there on my tortuous paths to tell me that they are waiting for me, that I am valuable in their eyes, that they know this part of the road and come with me and there is always someone by my side to encourage me and sing along with me... ... and there they have me redirecting the path because everything I have is the Lord who has given it to me and I only owe myself to him. Amen.

And where are you directing your life? Is it a destination that crosses the barriers of time, space to eternity? Is it a divine destiny? Because our life, ultimately, will be accountable only to him and he invites us to reorient, redo, recreate our present based on the future. Isaías says it clearly with an example: "Why are they going to spend their money on what is not bread and their salary on things that do not feed?", it is to say that it would be foolish who did not do that, and that is why he ends up saying "If you listen to me, you will eat delicious things and your palate will be delighted with exquisite foods" (Is 55,2), as if to say "do not waste time wasting on useless paths and deviating towards routes that are only tortuous and only take you to go round and round without taking you to the goal.

For this reason, the question we can ask ourselves is, at this moment in my life, where am I directing myself and my loved ones? which path am I taking? Is it leading me on the right path and to the destination designed for me? We are the only beings in the universe who have been endowed with rationality and freedom and we are the only ones who, combining these gifts, have the will to decide what to do after combining our reason and freedom, nothing and no one can or should decide for ourselves, we are we who forge our destiny, even when it is full of mountains, valleys, tortuous paths, etc. The road will not be easy, but I decide the ultimate destination of my life, no one else.

For example, today in Algeria, 19 martyrs for the faith, secular and religious, were beatified between 1992-2002. People who decided that their life was a path to the final destination and around that they decided which path to take, among them are also the seven monks of Tibhirine, who were kidnapped from their abbey located in the Atlas, next to the city of Medea. , in March 1996 and found decapitated two months later. Let us ask for their intercession so that they help us to get back on track when we stray, to fill in the gaps that sin leaves in us, to lower the hills that we raise sometimes uselessly, and to soften the roughness that discourages us from moving forward.

And in this perspective, a great Isaiah of our time and also a Mexican came to mind, San Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin "the eagle who loves", our Juan Dieguito, a man, an indigenous person who knows how to make and redo his path despite the thousand difficulties that he will encounter in order to fulfill his mission, the one that the Lady of Heaven, his Child, entrusts to him. It is about external and internal difficulties, but it does not stop even when his will to surround the Tepeyac hill is proven so as not to find the Lady from heaven that morning and go find a confessor for his uncle. But the Lady from Heaven will solve his impediment, asks him for confidence and sends him back to the bishop.

The other external difficulty will be that neither the bishop nor his subjects believe him, judge him, follow him, mistreat him and he, in his sincerity and confidence, asks the Girl from Heaven to send someone else because, as he defines himself, he is nothing more than a little man, a string, a ladder, the tail, leaf... no one important, but the Lady from heaven has chosen this little man and little thing as her ambassador, the ambassador from heaven. Nothing less than this mission has been entrusted to him and he wants him to be an Indian, of those to whom today we continue to apply the racial law of mestizos, those are nothing. But the Lady from heaven chooses him with a mission: to give a message to the bishop so that he can build her a little house to receive her children... (For those who don't know the story well below I put the link of the Nikan Mopohua, the story of the apparitions of the Virgin of Guadalupe).

And there goes Juan Dieguito, opening and making the way for the Lady, flattening with his humility and patience the mountains of the proud who do not believe him, filling with the tenderness of his words the mistreatment and disdain of the holders of ecclesiastical offices, straightening the route when he deviates because he does not want to follow the order of the apple of his eye. Let's savor this text: