I’m ten thousand feet up in a plane on my way home. For someone who is afraid of flying, I do it quite often. And always, when I leave home and head for the airport, the same question comes to me: Who is sending me out of my home, as good as I am there? However, once I arrive at my destination, I always enjoy the experience immensely.
On January 19, I embarked on a new aerial adventure to Rome, to participate in the OAR Communicators Meeting. OAR Communicators Meetingthe the Congress of Communication Professionals of the Pontifical University of the Holy Cross and the and the Jubilee of Communicators.
As I was on my way, I was complaining about the work I was leaving pending and thinking about all the time I would “lose”. Even in the midst of turbulence, I came to regret having accepted this opportunity. How wrong I was!
As soon as I arrived in Rome, I met wonderful communicators: some already known, others true discoveries. But above all, I was filled with hope.
First, I was able to share with my brothers in community the gift of communicating the message of the Augustinian Recollects. I thank God for allowing us to meet along the way so many people who believe in our project as a Religious Family.
Afterwards, meeting so many communicators, both at the congress and at the Jubilee, was a real gift. Men and women who live with passion and responsibility the work of communicating the most important message of all:
God has become flesh to dwell among us!
As I crossed the Holy Door, I experienced a feeling of consolation. I understood that everything I do in my work as a communicator is not in pursuit of a personal ego or for the sake of my own personal ego. 
seeking my own glory, but for Him who gave Himself on the cross for love of me. And the only thing I wish to communicate is that He loved us first.
I also found the answer to the question I always ask myself when I leave home for the airport: the Lord is the one who sent me, who wants to share his message with the world through this poor servant and so many others.
During these days, I met many passionate communicators, each one a different nugget of gold: some bigger, some more crystallized, but all valuable. Together, we tried to show our Lord’s crown of glory. 
I remain with the words of St. Francis de Sales: “Communicating is a matter of the heart.”
And, like all things of the heart, it is necessary to go within ourselves, and let ourselves be molded by the Lord. Only then will we be able to find gold and share it with the world.