I was ..kneeling on the sand of the cave, which had taken on the dimensions of the Church itself: on my shoulders I could feel the small column of the activist ..... I drew back suddenly, as though to free myself from this weight. Everything remained in its place, motionless ... After twenty-five years I realised that nothing was burdening my shoulders ... the column was my own creation ..... I had walked, run, spoken, organised, worked, in the belief that I was supporting something; and in reality I had been holding up absolutely nothing. The weight of the world was all on Christ Crucified.
How true! I can spend a lifetime believing I am holding the weight of the Church and the world for God. Now he is saying 'Leave it to me! I can bear the weight. All I ask of you is that in the world you believe me, and together with all who love me, support me with your love for me and all our world. That is my truth and glory!