This humble website exists
to offer you information about the Focolare movement,
information that you cannot find on the official website.
As long as the people who have had problems with the
Focolare are not heard and do not have a voice on the
official website, this website will provide a platform.
Here people can share their experiences, ask questions and
give their opinions freely.
In the past few days we received a lot of
letters and mails about the new book La setta divina. It
is not possible to put all the reactions here on these
websites of www.focolare.net and
www.focolari.info
but we will do our best to give our readers a general idea
of what is written to us.
Marian from Naples wrote: "I bought the book and I am now
reading the first chapters. I am impressed by the
introduction of Mr. Vignon. He writes about the way that
Chiara formulates her vision of Unity in a letter dated
November 1950: "Unity is therefore unity and only one soul
must live: mine, that is, that of Jesus in our midst, who
it is in me ». I heard this before and when I asked the
focolarini about the meaning, they indeed used the magic
word: "mystical".
The "Paradise '49" would be a text of such high
mysticism that one would have to cover one's eyes and bury
one's head in the sand to begin to reveal its intuitions.
Pierre Vignon writes that an authority of the Vatican, in
the 1950s, made it known that if these texts by Chiara
Lubich had not been destroyed, the movement would not have
been approved. Suddenly the text disappeared, only to
reappear a few years after the end of the Second Vatican
Council (1962-1965)".
Reading this and more in the introduction of this book
makes me curious of what to expect in the other chapters.
I will be happy to write again after I have read more of
the book."
Some days ago we, the
people responsible for www.focolare.net and
www.focolari.info
received the book of Ferruccio Pinotti, 'La
setta divina', (The divine cult). We are
currently reading the book with great interest and care.
And even tough we are tempted to place a quick and general
reaction about the book on this website, we will only do
this after we have read the book completely. We have seen
many reactions to the book on the internet already and we
can't help but wonder how people are able to jump to
conclusions so fast, without giving the appearance of
having read the entire book....
Twenty odd years ago
someone posed the question on this website if the focolare
movement could be considered a sect. We have asked
ourselves this question for the past two decades and now
finally, November 2021, this book of mr. Pinotti seems to
give, after a hard and thorough investigation, an answer
that is bringing new life to this discussion. Whatever one
may think of the book, we believe that it must have taken
a lot of courage, both for mr. Pinotti and for those who
contributed to the book, to come forward and speak their
minds.
So, while accepting the
inevitable risk of leaving out some people, we are happy
to thank Ferruccio Pinotti, Pierre Vignon, Maria Iarlori,
Martina Castagna, Guido Licastro, Gordon
Urquhart, D.M. Fabbroni, Claudia Benvenuti, Matteo
Ricci, C. Sgaravatto, G. Rahoy, Lucia Zanier, Ursula R.,
Silvia Martinez, L. Palmier, Monique
Goudsmit, M. Collin, D. Lai and many others for
their contributions to this book about the focolare
movement.
(You can order this book from Amazon.com
or Bol.com)
Please visit our Guestbook or write to info@focolare.net
This week (9th of November)
we will see the publication of a new book about the
Focolare movement. The title of the book will be 'La
setta divina' (The divine cult) and it is written by
Ferruccio Pinotti. This website will provide more
information about this book and the reactions from
different people who share their views about the book.
"In fact, the
intermingling of the sphere of governance and the sphere of
conscience gives rise to abuses of power and the other
abuses we have witnessed, once the cauldron of these
unpleasant problems has been uncovered." (Pope
Francis, 2021)
On Saturday the 6th of February, Pope Francis gave a very useful and clear advice to the General Assembly of the Focolare movement. We are hopeful that this will help the movement to deal with the abuses of power that have happened in the past.
Soon we will publish on
this website the stories of some people who have
experienced a certain level of abuse.
Margaret Karram (58) is the
new president of the Focolare movement.
We sincerely wish her
wisdom and strength in the challenges that are in front of
her and the movement. The people of this website would be
happy to start a fresh new dialogue with the new president
about the process of healing and respect for all the
people who have been hurt in any way by the Focolare
movement or by individuals in the movement.
For the first time in history, the Focolare movement has
offered its apologies for victims of abuse. " we would
like to take this opportunity of a worldwide link to ask
for forgiveness wholeheartedly,
sincerely, of all the people who have been victims of any
form of abuse" . (Jesus
Moran).
This is only the first
step. People with complaints need to address a Central
Commission and follow a set of complicated
guidelines (19 pages). We hope that this will not
build another barrier for those who want to file a complaint.
Please let us know if we can be of any help.
If you speak Italian,
please look at this website:
Focolari e
abusi for more information about the Focolare
movement and Chiara Lubich.
Please visit our Guestbook,
to read what our visitors wrote and to leave your own
reaction. Thank you!
One of the letters we received in our guestbook recently:
My family was very active in the Focolare movement.
Finally all the members of my family except me, who was
rather hostile to it. It made me feel very isolated
and marginal, and sometimes even judged, in my own family.
I've been through a lot.
My parents became acquainted with the Focolare
movement the year I was born and took me to the
meetings of the movement as a child. I didn't like
it, but I had no choice. After a few years, we
settled close to a focolare and, from
that moment on, the movement invaded our entire
family-life. Everything, absolutely everything, revolved
around religion, the Church, the pope, and above all
the Focolaremovement, Chiara and its ideal. Members
of the movement passed by almost every day. Meetings of
the movement were sometimes held in our house. Chiara was
completely adored. But above all, my father did not
tolerate any thought that did not correspond to Catholic
thought,the precepts of the pope or the ideology of
Chiara. When we dared to evoke another opinion or any
doubt, he reacted violently, with loud indignant cries and
a sanctimonious speech imposing on us what to believe. As
he was regarded as a good and respectable man on the
outside, he became a true despot in our family. No
dialogue was possible. Finally, the fear of expressing
something he didn't like created a permanent tension.
We couldn't, we didn't dare to express
ourselves freely.
My parents had little contact with the outside world
outside of their professional life. They were almost just
people of the movement. The outside world was presented as
evil, especially by my father who saw evil and temptation
everywhere. As a teenager, all my contacts with the
outside world were controlled and, very often, forbidden.
We didn't have television. I was not allowed to listen to
music in my room. There were only Catholic newspapers
entering the house. My readings, music, film outings
or other cultural, sports and leisure outings
with classmates were severely controlled, censored and,
more often than not, banned. The reasons for the refusals
were not always clear to me: the organization was not
Catholic; the activity, book or film was immoral; I could
meet boys; the host was a man... Finally, it took courage
to ask for an exit permit, as conflict and refusal were
almost systematic. I remember, among other things, and for
example, the virulent oppositions I encountered when, at
the age of 16, I wanted to go to a concert by Alain
Souchon and, at 22, enroll in an art school where I was
going to draw nudes. In both cases, the attitude of my
parents caused me such an internal conflict that I was
sick of it.
Sexuality was taboo. My parents didn't talk about it at
all, except in negative and reproachful terms
tinged with a lot of mystery. I couldn't
date boys. Love between man and woman was not
addressed, only the love of neighbor and God. No
flirtation allowed, pace boyfriend before graduation, no
pre-marriage sex, no contraception. For my father, it was
the woman who led the man into carnal sin. Men, on
the other hand, were presented as poor being victims
of their instincts and can hardly control them. All female
coquettishness was therefore forbidden: no
miniskirt, no bikini, no clothing that could be considered
suggestive or provocative. Everything about the body was
suspicious, its pleasures doomed. You couldn't hang out in
the bathroom or in bed. In our family, physical
contact was avoided. We didn't touch each other, we didn't
kiss, we didn't hug each other. There was no physical
display of affection.
There was little or no room for joy, lightness, laughter,
humor, spontaneity, self-deprecation. Everything was
taken seriously. The suffering was magnified, it
allowed us to live 'Jesus forsaken'. We were
educated with, continuously, Chiara's speeches that we
must renounce ourselves, sacrifice ourselves, deny
ourselves, ignore ourselves. You had to suppress your
emotions, always smile, pretend everything was fine. It
was God's will to be nothing, to want nothing, to live
only in the service of God and others. We were just
talking about love. But what love when I didn't get room
to exist? I was a very happy little girl but,
from my teens,I felt more and more crushed by the
dark and heavy atmosphere that prevailed within our
family. I was withering.
In 1980, I was present in Rome at Genfest. Just as
the pope or Chiara (I don't know) shouted to the cheering
crowd of young people, "So you are all ready to sacrifice
for each other!" the crowd said yes, gloating. And I
thought, "No, I don't want to sacrifice myself! I haven't
experienced anything yet and I'm not allowed anything. I
have nothing to sacrifice: I have already been
sacrificed." Besides, who has the right to ask a young
person to sacrifice himself?
So I wasn't in favor of the movement and as a teenager I
went less and less to meetings. At the age of 14, I didn't
want to go to Mass anymore. I was considered by my parents
to be in a state of mortal sin, in perdition. The pressure
was terrible. I went back until I was 16, stopped again,
went back, and gave up for good when I was 18. But I felt
bad in my own family.
One day, at the age of 19, I made the 'effort' of making
pancakes on a Good Friday while my parents and sister were
at the service. I wanted to celebrate the first night of
the Easter holidays happily with my family. The pancakes
were categorically refused because they had to fast. I
found myself alone with my preparations in the kitchen, my
parents having retreated to the living room in an
accusatory silence and my sister having climbed into her
room. I was devastated. And I was wondering, is this God's
will? I dreamed of a Jesus knocking on the door,
coming in and saying, 'Are there pancakes here?' and
sitting down at my table to share them with me. I felt
rejected and sacrificed by my parents in the name of their
God, their religion and their ideal.
At the age when teenage girls discover the world, I
lived locked up, deprived of all freedom, of all
autonomy, of any possibility of expression, in absolute
solitude, with parents for whom religion came first. I
always felt them in judgment, repression and reproach. I
had no one to confide in. I didn't dare talk about what
was going on at home to my classmates,I was ashamed. And
then I always thought maybe I was the problem. I thought
I was mean and bad. I was doing everything I could
to 'look' normal. I thought I would run away but I was
too shy and the outside world scared me. I became an
insomniac. I woke up at night with panic attacks because
I felt like I had no power over my life, that I had no
place to exist. I felt like 'life' and lots of
opportunities were passing through my fingers. I became
depressed. I begged God to take my life back. I thought
about suicide, but I was afraid to go to hell. I
was afraid of going crazy. I felt something was wrong,
but was it me where my parents? I was in total
confusion. Not so long ago, a psychotherapist told me
that it was psychological abuse, that my parents had
done everything to prevent me from being myself and that
I had been lucky not to have fallen into
psychosis.
When I finally left the family home, I was very bad in
my skin. I didn't know who I was. I lived cut off
from myself, my body, my emotions, my
desires,my needs. I didn't dare trust what I
felt, express my opinion or make
a decision. I felt uncomfortable in society,
did not know how to behave and take my place.
I had never felt satisfied my parents and
felt their love for who I really was. The outside
world,the others, the men and the sexuality scared me.
As for God's love, I thought I no longer deserved
it. I lived in infinite solitude, locked in
myself.
Furious with my parents, I stayed several months without
contacting them. I had to do a lot of therapy, but
there's still irreversible damage. How do you live when
your wings have been cut off at an age when they are
being deployed? Feelings of anger, sadness and guilt
still regularly overwhelm me. More than the Focolare
movement, I blame my parents for allowing
themselves to indulge in such extreme and
destructive behaviors. I would have wanted only one
thing: to be able to be myself and receive their love,
their listening, their benevolence, their trust and
their support to discover the world and to flourish
serenely.
