Saying Yes Without Skipping a Step

The Church is a womb always fruitful, always maternal, ready for anything so that each person can take their own step and say their own ‘yes,’ without skipping anything.
— Simone Riva
ENGLISH -Saying yes without skipping a step
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ITALIANO - Dire il proprio sì, senza saltare nulla
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Simone Riva - Saying “Yes” Without Skipping a Step

To be recognized in its divine nature, the Church—that is, Christ—must be lived again as an Experience. Help comes fromthe Spirit, and from his Mother.

The setting is the Last Supper. The atmosphere is among the most charged in Christ’s human journey with his own. The human drama defies description—and yet, right in the middle of it, one of the boldest requests of the Gospels gets made: “Lord, show us the Father, and that will be enough for us” (Jn 14:8).

In these words that the apostle Philip addresses to Jesus lies the most dangerous and recurring temptation of all: to bypass the I—Christ’s, and, inevitably, our own. How is it possible to reach the climax of the Last Supper still carrying that question in your heart? The Lord himself sounds astonished: “Philip, I have been with you all this time, and you still do not know me?” (Jn 14:9).

Such is the fate of those who say: “We’ve been here from the beginning. We saw the whole thing get built. We were here before you were even born. We’ve been working on this for years and we’ve always done it this way.”

This Sunday’s Gospel seems to answer back: “You were here from the beginning, and you haven’t even begun.” There isa way of being absent from reality that spares no one. No degree, no career, no skill set, no company can save you from it. It’s like running on a treadmill: you can run as long as you want, but you don’t move forward a single inch. You stay right where you are.

The ailment of the “veterans”—those who have no time left over for wonder—is highly contagious. It can go so far as to erase the definitive sign the Father placed in history so he might be known: the humanity of the Son.

Living alongside him was not enough. Hearing what he said and watching what he did was not enough. Even being called by name was not enough—if all of it does not happen again now, as An Event in the present.

Even the Church, the contemporary sign of the humanity of the Incarnate Word, can be treated the same way. We talk about her, we argue about her, we restate her demands, we organize one event after another in her name—without any of it happening again as A Presence in our own being.

Sooner or later, the people who run into us figure out that something doesn’t add up. That is why Jesus does not brush off Philip’s words. He uses them to restate the method of his presence: “Whoever sees me sees the Father. How can you say, ‘Show us the Father’? Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? … Believe me: I am in the Father and the Father is in me” (Jn 14:9–11).

Without that little word—“in”—the whole of Jesus would look like something we could get past on our own. The reality of Trinitarian unity is what shows itself in every detail of the Son’s life. But how could the apostles experience it—and so begin to grasp it—without the gift of the Spirit?

Here we run straight into the structural disproportion of the I: the heart asks for the Father, and on its own it cannot reach him. Pentecost would come as the great chance to recover everything that, while it was happening in front of them, found them absent and distracted.

Before that event, however, God did not press “pause.” Hanging on the cross, before he gave up his spirit, Jesus entrusted his Mother. He knew his own would need a human womb, skilled at waiting, so that fear and confusion would not get the last word. We can picture her this way—that girl who had now become a woman, and who never for one moment stopped being a Mother.

How many of her silences, how many of her quiet acts of compassion, how much intensity in those unmistakable looks of hers did the apostles need—to arrive at Pentecost with their hearts wide open, and not be found absent one more time?

This is the Church: a womb always fruitful, always maternal, ready for anything so that each person can take their own step and say their own “yes,” without skipping anything. Not their own humanity.

Not anyone else’s. The irreducibility of the I is the very thing the Church refuses to lose along the way—because it is the very thing the Mystery has chosen to meet.

Simone Riva

Don Simone Riva, born in 1982, is an Italian Catholic priest ordained in 2008. He serves as parochial vicar in Monza and teaches religion. Influenced by experiences in Peru, Riva authors books, maintains an active social media presence, and participates in religious discussions. He's known for engaging youth and connecting faith with contemporary

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