"Watch, do not know on what day your Lord is coming." and that God comes when we least expect it. Maybe we look for life, or think we look for it, or we believe we have found it and then resting on our laurels and Meanwhile, life runs on us.
is evident that God is mysterious and accessible and hidden, and have not yet.
is that our lives are over, with his desires and his disappointments, his findings and his pauses, his fears and his irony, his enthusiasm and his failures. Come and find it hard to hold it in one place, anywhere, around which everything else to run.
For all these reasons, we really need to stop, at least a few minutes to look at where we're going to find a thread to hang, like the clothes, all our events.
And today begins the rise: a new liturgical year unfolds before us, leading us to the first major event: Christmas.
I do not like the Christmas windows, the sequins, the senseless rush. In fact, I hate this Christmas. I hate the scrawl that we did, the show of good feelings insufferable, the hypocrisy of political correctness that makes Christmas a birthday party with no interest in anything about the celebration.
But I want to prepare for Christmas, I absolutely need to build an ark, and to hell with those who see me sneer nailed to the boards and planing rowing in the city center. I need to figure out how I can find God became accessible, that face, now meet them. I want to be able to see this God delivered, given up, blatant, hidden in the eyes and faces of many babies. Few
four weeks, I know. But I want to try again this year.
Yes, brethren, we celebrate one hundred born, without ever once God is born in our hearts. How beautifully Bonhöffer
says: "No one owns God so that you do not need to wait. Yet she can not wait for God who does not know that God has already waited a long time him. "
Now we begin to read Matthew the tax collector becomes a disciple, one who has done well the accounts in his pocket, he accompanies us and encourages us sull'impervia road conversion. The Gospel passage is difficult and confusing and could be read in key ridiculous.
Jesus, as usual, is extraordinary cites symbolic events of Noah, says that around him there was a lot of good people who were swept away by the flood without even realizing it. So he invites us to watch, stay awake, just as Paul writes to the Romans.
And he warns that one is taken, the other left. One encounters God, the other not. One is filled, the other does not find. God is fair, modest, almost shy, does not require his presence, his coming is like the evening breeze.
We are asked to open our hearts, open eyes, to let emerge the desire. How? I do not know, brothers and sisters. We try to carve out a space to do daily to prayer, to meditate on the Word. Most are engaged take an hour on Sundays to do an hour of silence and prayer, or take a little detour to go to work to get into a church. If living in there, help the Christian symbols of Christmas: to prepare a crib, decorate a tree, to participate in the novena. Let's do something, a little thing, to ask if Christ is born in us, not to be overwhelmed by the deluge of words and things that everyone experiences. But, to aggravate our situation, we must not only fight against forgetting. We have to also fight against the fake birth of our consumer society. I do not understand why a wonderful feast, the feast celebrating the news dell'inaudito of God that breaks into the world, was overwhelmed a false and apparent gooders Christmas.
is a drama, Christmas is the story of a God who is present and a humanity absent. In this respect there is nothing to celebrate, to be happy: the man certainly did a very good figure, the first time, that of Bethlehem.
Christmas is a punch in the stomach, a provocation, an event that forces you to take sides. Christmas is the surrender of God that compels us to conversion.
In these years we promptly did a Christmas stereotypes of a "family" happy around a lit tree, harmonies and songs of angels propinano us that the media relentlessly, while true for the poor, for those who have suffered neglect, trauma, bereavement, Christmas superficially so ostentatious, it becomes an occasion for sadness, loneliness and suffering. Too often, the God of the poor, the God who comes to the shepherds, the marginalized of the time, the God who is not born in the Temple of Jerusalem, but in the cave of Bethlehem, God comes to us from the replacement of our little hypocritical gooders. If only the old, if people abandoned the wounded from life if not a leap of hope on Christmas Eve, it means that our ad is ambiguous, swept away and replaced by a generic message of peace useless. I exaggerate? God grant that this is so. Amen.