An invitation for us to be, at least one day a little "stupid" carrying the Lord ... The hubbub ceased, and "Hosanna" from the crowd, and like the disciples we were thinking tonight what has been our Palm Sunday. This is a unique Sunday: Sunday is perhaps more people come to our churches in a semiconscious search of a mystery that eludes him: the acceptance of Jesus. Not be difficult to find some explanation: the appeal of a blessed thing to take home, is perhaps the irresistible attraction of retaining a leaf of that tree which is the Gospel History. The disordered stacking our processions, irreverent comments about the pascualizantes, continued murmuring of the old ladies and look distracted that runs the temple altars and ceilings are similar attitudes to which that morning were impressive thundered the sky of Jerusalem with the triumphant entrance to the throne of the Cross of our adorable Redeemer.
Everyone in their own way, wanted to have something to do with Jesus ... And looking at our life, we can find in those who received honors transient Lord a type of believer that reflects us.
First lavish tribute appears on the palms and branches that cut children and youth to make the passing of King Manso an awning that shook like a sea of \u200b\u200bverdant. A few days of having in our homes these branches blessed the olive leaves are closed in themselves and begin to dry to a state almost of fossilization.
This is the mode of action of those attracted by Christ, join the crowd. Readily sympathize with him and do not hesitate to express their commitment festive: they can even organize several rallies on behalf or on behalf of some of his teachings. But their action is very transient. There, we are ready to sing, cheer and make "presence."
In the afternoon begin to dry. Its green is not perennial. And maybe they are the same as with the same passion and enthusiasm shout out the Good Friday: "Crucify him, crucify him." This is the only accession popular (or popular devotion) received by the Lord.
The second tribute is offered to the Lord is that of the robes and clothing, to rugs, some put before the horse of the Master modest. Here, the delivery is more: it is not already cut the branches of trees outside, but to put at the feet of Jesus Christ "something" ourselves. And it can be put ourselves at the feet of the Lord. These are Christians who profess faith in addition to the words and gestures of one's own place in God's service.
All works of mercy, both spiritual and physical, "all apostolic activities, always entail the release of something (small or large) that we belong. Put clothes and tapestries for the passage of Christ also signifies one of the most obvious exercise in humility of true delivery: putting our "clothing" for the Lord means to have walked in my office recently, my job, my dignity, my hierarchy that serve only if they serve Him
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And finally softens us most. He borrowed donkey that Jesus (because everything was paid in his life: the manger, food and friendship and even in death had something borrowed: the grave) to be mounted on it and enter, like the kings and prophets of the Old Testament to take up his throne and his kingdom. One who refused any temporal power, wanted to close his passion, the solemnity that all rightfully belonged: to be King and reign from the tree, as stated in the great hymn of Vespers "Dicendo nationibus: Regnavit a ligno Deus", verse missing in Reform 70.
That cute animal had in his life a sublime dignity: that of bringing upon himself the world's Redeemer. Unconscious in nature, carried by a few hours that created the universe and was about to redeem. We read in Psalm 72: "Ego neque insipiens ERAM intelegebam: I iumentum ut coram te ... Ego autem semper ero tecum: apprehendisti manum meam dexteram .." "I was a fool and knew nothing was for you as an ass. But I am always by your side, because thou hast taken from the right hand. "
Who has not read in their school years that tender book of Juan Ramon Jimenez Platero y yo? We could not finish reading with tears in his eyes. I never had the opportunity to treat these nice animals, but through its pages I realized how much they are able to establish such a sensitive contact with their masters and how faithfully and tenderly delivered to them.
ask little, work hard. And also are packaged, have their whims and their miseries. Do we want a more accurate picture of our own lives, particularly the priesthood and Christian? Quite "stupid" (like our students) in knowledge and science of divine things, pretty workers (though sometimes we turn the wheel of grumbling ministry) and also our skin-deep misery ... "Brother Ass" as the body designated to San Francisco de Assisi or "Donkey mangy," as he called himself St. Josemaría Escrivá. The little donkey is a wonderful image of what God has in store for us after this day of Ramos: hard work, work sublime take on us to Christ. The rest is superfluous.
Our "scabs" are not obstacles to feel responsible and recover the holy proud to be enshrined. In the Middle Ages, a clever theologian spoke of the per Contactum consecration, the consecration of the contact ... I think the physical contact of the Sacred Humanity of Salvador, acknowledged the existence of this beast of burden. And while we, or being called to be, rational animals, all our glory (which will always be provided) will be to let us pass by every day contact we have with Jesus Christ, we took in the priestly character, we have in our hands, approach to the dying, we give it out as angel food, transported into the wounds of our own sins that we hope, with your contact, be redeemed. "Master, if I Mundare vis pots. Volo Mundare "" Lord, if you can make me clean. I want it, is clean "
In the silence of the night renew our youth project to work like donkeys. But not like donkeys that are not wanted. If Platero was so "love" of his good master, how we love us a love that in addition to caring our work, cares and loves our scabs? And Jesus in the silence of the night, think of the palms, the bunches and the donkey.
P. Ismael
