BLOG OF ELOY ROY - EVERYBODY GOES TO HEAVEN

                                                                                                           Ph: Pravda ch When the egg begins to crack,  the chick is not far away. I believe that we really cannot do much against the powerful machine which governs our world in its minute particles. Yet, I sense that a New Humanity is on the move. It does not come out of our academes, nor from our revolutionary vanguards, nor from our naive and comfor...

Jean Ménard is a dearest friend of mine who speaks with the flowers. If he himself had not confessed it to me, never would I have believed him. When he was small, very often he would lie on the ground in the large garden of flowers planted by his            grand-father. Some of those flowers were rare specimens and they filled him with wonder. From afar they came, maybe from other planets or other stars…, like him? ...                     Today now aged of 87, he has weakened in his being; he has a hard time to stand up by himself after having walked so much.   He suffers to death in the solitude of the night, all alone with his story, living in collusion with two plants in his room. They are his companions in his cell, the only living beings with whom he can talk to at that hour when the day is phasing out.   ...

Mario De Celles, priest of the Foreign Missions Society of Quebec (SME), has been a missionary in Honduras for 55 years, from 1958 to 2013. He is now in his 86th year of youth.    By :   ELOY ROY Arriving in Honduras in 1958,  Mario is directly sent to the parish of Goascorán where he experiences the shock of his life. Everything hangs upside down in the parish of that dreadfully bleak town. However funny it might be from a particular angle, it is better not to talk about that terrible mess and simply laugh at it somehow.  His first night is spent on a mucky floor where strange things are moving…But immediately the following day, Mario rolls up his sleeves and begins to clean the house from top to bottom. The house, the parish, relationships with the neighbors and the people in the countryside, everything has to be done anew. He needs a lot of tact and much patience to prove to the population that he is not a bad person. And so begins hi...

HENRI COURSOL                       92 years young and free - February 2, 2015                         On my arrival in Choluteca in 1954, I found that I was so submerged by holy water and baptisms that I had the impression of having been thrown into the sea. The waiting queues to have the children baptized had no end. That enormous appetite for baptisms could be explained by the fact that in that «very catholic» region in the south of Honduras, there had been no priest for a long period of time. And so, we rolled our sleeves up and began baptizing with all our strength.      I nearly drown myself in the sacraments. It was the mission in reverse: instead of evangelizing first and then go to the sacraments, the respect for the local culture required from us that we begun with the ...

He identified himself to us in all things.  In his flesh he took our disconnections and retied our broken links. Through his blood, he reconnected us to ourselves,   through his word and breath he re-established the wavelength between humans, the cosmos and God. He has reknoted us in the All.              Deep conscience, and she only,  knows that that is true. A new Humanity is on the move.   ELOY Photo:           http://fineartamerica.com/featured/electrifying-jesus-crucifixion-pamela-johnson.html Translated from the French by Jacques Bourdages