Don Alessandro Minutella – the latest events after Father Farè’s outing

Since 2020, I have listened to all of Don Alessandro Minutella's teachings. I've missed very few.
I've learned a lot from him. I rediscovered my faith thanks to him.
He has a fiery personality, a man with ten times the courage of an ordinary person.
He has faced enormous attacks that would have destroyed a bull, but not him.
But yesterday, during the latest episode of Santi e Caffè, after Father Farè's outing and the following problems, it pained me to see how far his aggressiveness has gone. The way he aggressively interacts with people who make the slightest criticism during the livestream.
If someone tells me I have a flaw, I don't pay attention if it's just one or two people. But if it becomes 20, 30, or 50 people... well, then there must be some truth in it. And something needs to change.
Don Alessandro should listen to the criticism. He should distinguish between criticism and attacks.
Or maybe he should take a moment of silence, a break from his teachings on YouTube. Perhaps he truly needs to regain a bit of calm.

Still, I would like to emphasize one point. I'm not surprised that much of the criticism focuses on the fact that he frightens people. Italians, 98% of them, are spoiled people, like children, who naturally always seek someone to pamper them and avoid those who scold or reprimand them harshly. Like spoiled children, indeed.
For this reason, perhaps, there have been so many defections from the Piccolo Resto lately.

That said, I still have complete trust in him and in what he stands for.
WHAT HE HAS DONE ON HIS OWN CANNOT BE OF HUMAN ORIGIN.
He is living proof that God exists. No one could have done all that he has done and withstood all the attacks he has faced on his own.

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