BLOG OF ELOY ROY - EVERYBODY GOES TO HEAVEN

In my heart, there is a manger, and in my manger, there is the ox talking with the ass. The ox says :  -       Brother Ass, you are cute.  And the ass to answer: -       Thank you, brother Ox, you are too good. In my manger, there are also three hens, a chubby-cheeked cat, a small she-dog, a piglet, a red fish, a lab mouse and a canary; they are there to represent all the small and big beasts that daily feed, help, rescue, protect and comfort a lot of people on the Earth, especially the many brothers and sisters who are among the poorest, the most destitute, and the most abandoned of the planet. Right in the middle of my manger, there is a baby sitting prominently on the straw. It is Jesus. He is Lord. Without saying a word, he tells me loudly that God is within reach, very close to us, at the very place where we do not have much value and where we expect him the least.             There also are Mary and Joseph; they are young people who are stuck between Pa

  A tulip in bud The shackles of Egypt are broken. Prisons are going empty. Pharaoh is going under. The enslaved people are raising their head and charging ahead towards freedom. They shout with joy. It is the Passover! The Christian Passover takes up the Jewish Passover and carries it to extremes.  All sufferings, all deaths and even nothingness are swallowed up in the tomb of Jesus while from the root of matter and from all broken flesh rises in silence the luminous freshness of a new Creation. Jesus is risen and the world is saved.                    And yet, day after day, the most beautiful hopes are being slaughtered.  Caiaphas, Herod, Pilate and Judas keep on ruling as masters on the Earth. The great Reality which guides us and helps us to live is not the light of a world transfigured by the Resurrection, but the Market.         The Market is not only a hand but also an invisible face; it is almighty and present everywhere. It gives us life and kills us.

  Pic from the web     He will be called Emmanuel  (God with us and in us) The Almighty God is too great for me. I prefer the humble and lowly God, whose face is shown to me by Jesus and is so similar to ours and with a heart that is so human. My God is friendly to the poor, the sinners, the sick, to those who are weighed down by heavy burdens, to those who are hungry in their bellies and to all those who hunger for justice, forgiveness and peace. My God loves everyone while having a soft spot for the little ones.     My God is content of being good, tender and approachable. He bends over the nearly dead embers and blows on it very gently to awaken its fire. He is weak like us, poor like us and very patient. Most of the time, he is powerless like us. My God fades in us all the way into the shadow of our bones so as to graft us on him and have us to be born again in his garden on the side of the eternal light.           In my point of view, to look a