In His life and parables, Jesus offers us an image of God that constantly demands that we allow our myths to be shattered and that we give up notions that would try to limit God’s freedom. He shows us a compassionate God who became one of us, and suffered with the poor and oppressed.

Stabat Mater
Is there one who would not weep,
Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?

Compassion, like love, craves concrete expression. People on the margins remind us that after all, the things we possess, the reputation we have acquired at the expense of other things, cannot save us.

Stabat Mater
Christ above in torment hangs,
She beneath beholds the pangs,
Of her dying glorious Son.

Attentive to the cry of the poor, and the demands of social justice, we shall be concerned about the needs and rights of those who suffer… We shall work to promote justice and charity which are an integral part of the Gospel message.

Stabat Mater
O how sad and sore distressed
Was that Mother, highly blest
Of the sole-begotten One.

By “Tasting God … that feeling that delights not only the senses, but also the heart and makes us vibrate towards our deepest call … we begin our journey in Marist spirituality and discovers that our call is for the community and within a community, discovering that it is with God and for God at the same time. A call that does not seek to impose itself but rather to accompany, in the style of Mary, the one whose heart is wounded.

Stabat Mater
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All his bitter anguish bearing,
Now at length the sword has passed.