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Y ou were a good boy, Nelson. Many thanks for what you did. Be happy forever!   « Nelson » by Eloy Roy    To look like you a little, one would have to come back to life and become a new man like you did after 27 years in jail. That would be an eternal Christmas for the whole of Earth. Already because of you, we feel that we are better people, less harsh, more open, more human. Your life kindles a soft light in our hearts.        Greet Jesus for us. Because of you, we know him better. You never talked to us about him openly, but you were doing things that looked like his.          You gave to Jesus’ face a black look which suits him perfectly. Like you, he was a non-standard fighter with a heart as large as the world. And his smile was dazzling like yours. Goodbye, Nelson!    Peace and love to all my sisters and brothers of all colors and of all...

In The Joy of the Gospel that was just published by Pope Francis, I discover without any surprise that most heresies for which I was suspected are now papal words to be spread throughout the world. Good sense wins. Unfortunately, we had to wait that the Church be on the brink of total failure so that such a miracle would take place. I can now rest in peace.         MY LAST BLOG It is with great joy that I have lived out that blog, but time has come to turn towards something else. For many years, I have put aside things which I feel passionately about. I always tell myself: «I will take care of those things when I am old. » I do not really know if I am old enough, but before I die, I insist on bringing myself together so as to dedicate myself to what is essential. At least, that is my wish. What is the essential?... I am still searching for it. It has shown its face here and there through my unpretentious writings, but, to be quite hones...

          Luke 19:1-10 Zacchaeus is a creature corrupted to the bones. He is an income tax collector. He sucks his fellow citizens in favor of the Roman enemy who has been colonizing the country. He takes advantage of his function to fill up his pockets to the full while drawing an interesting commission coming from the Romans and enjoying their protection. Zacchaeus did not find anything better so as to become somebody. It is from his childhood that Zacchaeus has a deep complex because of his short size. This infuriates him. Everybody makes fun of him. His only dream is to grow taller. More than a dream, it has become an obsession. But what can be done? Nobody cares about him.       And so crosses his mind the idea of selling himself, of prostituting himself, of sticking himself like glue to those who dictate what goes on in the country. It does not matter for him that they are enemies as long as they pay wel...

               « The thief comes to steal and kill and destroy »…                                                                         John 10, 10                                                A frightening thing tumbles down the mountain and sends flying clouds of dust. It’s like a hairy rocket with a smoldering look which slavers and shows fearsome teeth. It barks like a devil and jumps into the air, trying to eat us a...

                                           LUCÍA FRANCIS OF ASSISI FELL IN LOVE WITH DAME POVERTY AND MARRIED HER Lucía’s age is that of the old women of the Bible. She’s all thin but quite tall. And beneath an exterior which does not cover properly her poverty, she still stands up straight like a tree. Nobody can believe that this so frail of a woman was before a tamer of horses. And a tireless dancer. Each year, around the feast of the Virgin of the Rosary, she would go running towards Mount Sixilera where the «Mamita» would wait for her. In the wee hours of the morning, the « misachico » would begin its long descent towards the village church. That hiking of wind, dust and blazing sun would last at least a good twelve hours, reaching sometimes such heights where people and even animals have a hard time breathing. All along the footpath o...

                       “He shall stand as a controversial sign” (Luke 2, 34) In the past, in the Québec province, the crucifix was king. It was a sign of belonging to the Church. It was venerated as the symbol of God’s love for humanity. « For God so loved us that he gave his only Son, not to condemn us but that we might be saved» (John 3:16-17). Nowadays, however, it cannot be found except in churches, religious houses and in some homes, and of course, in a few museums also. By virtue of a miracle for which politics only know the secret, the Blue room of the National Assembly has kept its crucifix. It is always hanging above the chair of the President of the Assembly. But far from bringing into unity the scattered Quebec people, it divides them into two camps which have a go at each other with the serenity of many cocks in the same hen house.      On the one hand, proponents of ...

THE “TWEAKS” A big hurrah to my Argentinean grandson, Ezequiel Escobar, and his great Jujuy Tweaks! Thanks to the wonderful uSound application for cell phones that they have just so brilliantly invented. They are making the deaf hear and bring hope to millions of people. JEREMIAH AND THE STONES THAT SPEAK    Mark 7: 31-37 It was said about the people of Pilcara that they were mute as stones. On his arrival in that place, Jeremiah intended to change that situation  « because   I was sent to make the blind see, the deaf hear and the mute speak. »   This is how Jeremiah was speaking: For centuries, we were forced to keep silent. They would say to us:  « Shut up! Not a word about what you see, hear and think! To those who ask you something, you answer: «Yes boss, yes Ma’am, yes Monsignor.»   If they ask how are you, you always answer: « Fine ».   Nothing more. It’s simple: if you want to survive, do as if you were...

BREAD FROM HEAVEN AND THE COMMUNITY HORSE    This article wants to be a humble tribute to the many animators of small communities who threw themselves heart and soul into building a church with a human face and a gospel flavour,  but whose valiant efforts were very often wiped out because of the lack of courage of some of their pastors.        The small farmers of La Landa have been dreaming for a long time of forming a real christian community, that would be the good Lord’s pride. Modesto and his wife Nilda are the soul of that dream.   Today, Sunday, they are gathered in the chapel to share the Word while having a bite to eat around a table on which each family has deposited one home-made bread, empanadas, humitas, handfuls of coca leaves, Toro wine and soft drinks. Between two songs, Modesto comments on a passage of the gospel where Jesus in person appears as « the living bread coming from heaven. » (John 6: 5...