Faith is like jumping with a parachute from a plane. When you jump, you see only the ground and yourself facing destruction, hurling towards it. It is a jump into nothingness, into death. But after this dreadful experience, another incredible experience comes: if you draw the grip of the parachute, a cord opens which keeps you attached to a tissue. You leave the safety of the plane, and what stops you hurling towards the ground and death? The solidity of a piece of tissue - the parachute. This small piece of silk preserves you from death; it gives you the courage to leave the safety of the plane. This is faith.
When you start to entrust yourself to somebody, you have the feeling of jumping into emptiness. Fear seizes you, and you have the impression that you are heading towards nothingness. But it is enough to light in oneself the certainty that all will go well - and fear is removed.
We do not put our faith in a tissue, nor in a cord, but in a Mother who walked the same ways that we walk, who lived the same anguishes, apprehensions and sufferings which we live. This is why she is our certainty, and she is promising never to deceive us. She can never deceive.
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