BLOG OF ELOY ROY - EVERYBODY GOES TO HEAVEN

1- ON THE TRESHOLD OF THE STABLE   Hello, God! Come in! No, no, you don't bother at all. In fact, you don't take up much space.. . I now understand why nowadays many people don't pay much attention to you ... You are so small! I was waiting for you on the clouds of the sky and here you appear in a stable. I was figuring you shining like the sun but you are coming as a little refugee child. I'm a little surprised, but you're welcome. I wanted to be nice   by imagining you very tall and very above us, but I see that your greatness consists in making you the smallest of us. Perhaps you want to tell us that a big person is not someone who has stopped being small, but a little one who simply has grown up. And that there is no full life, no future, therefore no "salvation" without the   "little one" in you and the "little ones" around the world. The "little one" in you is the innermost and most secret par

In a land of mountains and sheep that I loved, we had a Tree of Life. In the off-season, when everything seemed to be over, we took a dry branch, decorated it with small balls of colored wool, and said, "They represent the fruits we will reap tomorrow. Because again the Earth will green   and life will flourish again. It was our Christmas Tree, it was our tree of hope. In December, in a cold country like Canada, we cut a tree and say, "Nothing grows. Winter is back, life is gone ... But you, cut fir, we bring you home and we dress you with shiny balls and garlands of gold. With you we defeat death. We affirm that nothing is finished ... Already we see shining at the end of your branches new fruits. They are beautiful as stars. Life was buried today and she fell asleep, but tomorrow she will come back! "                                    Yes, life will reappear as surely as the sun will return in the spring. Hold on, natives of my country, yellow ja

                                                                                    The measured people, the ones who see themselves as the norm of what is wise and civilized, do not like Greta: too emotional, too apocalyptic, even bordering on fanaticism.   According to them, she should shut up and go back to school.   Two millennia before, other "politically correct" people wanted to silence John the Baptist because, like Greta and many others, he saw fire and shouted: "Fire! Fire!"   Later, for similar reasons, they also tried to close their mouths to Jesus and his followers. But it was Jesus who close their mouths answering them in a heartbeat: "If these people keep quiet, the very stones will cry out!" (Luke 19:40). Greta's speech at the UN: In English: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMrtLsQbaok

As I meditated on the resurrection of Lazarus in the gospel of John 11:1-44, it came to my mind that even RELIGION can be a killing machine. As a system, indeed, Religion is a bit like an iron box that too often strangles God and shrinks him rather than revealing him.   Gospel is quite the opposite: it open boxes, it awakens, resurrects, "reveals" (i.e. "removes the veil"); it frees from frames, it opens paths, brings to light what is hidden; it takes you out of the grave. Lazarus was a very good boy and a great friend of Jesus, but he lived sunken  since ever in things of religion. He did not have a personal life. He was «dead to the world». For him, the world smelled bad. For the world, however, he was the one who did not smell good ...  Upon learning that Lazarus' situation had reached a critical point, Jesus was perturbed by that. He approached the place where his friend had locked himself up like in a tomb, and shouted to him, "Lazarus, g

Duty of memory  « You hypocrites! You build tombs for the prophets end decorate the monuments of the holy men. You say: had we lived in the time of our fathers, we would not have joined them in the blood of the prophets... And now, finish off what your fathers began!» (Matthew 23, 29-32) Fotos; Word Press Four witnesses of the Gospel have just been beatified in Argentina. They are Enrique Angelelli, Carlos Murias and Wenceslao Pedernera. The three were Argentines; the first was a bishop, the second was a Franciscan friar, the third was a committed lay peasant. Their companion, Gabriel Longueville, a French missionary priest, was also beatified with them.  The four men lived in La Rioja, an impoverished province in the hinterland, where, in 1976, waited for them a brutal end.   Who would've believed that? Forty years ago, a merciless military dictatorship takes place in Argentina. Many bishops, priests and catholic faithful welcome that dictatorship as the «God-