In this section you can find a daily commentary on the Gospel of the Day.

Sunday 3 February 2019

Four Sunday in Ordinary Time – Year C

Word for today
The Gospel of Luke 4:21-30

Prophecy thrown 

When a prophecy comes true, when what God has promised and said is fulfilled, it never takes place in the way that people expected it to, that is obvious.
The Lord always listens to and provides when someone asks Him for help, but not always with solutions and help that the person was expecting. We see only as far as the tip of our nose and,  in most cases, our sight is foggy. Only the Lord sees and knows everything, and above all He truly wants our real happiness. When God realizes our dreams, He does not do it as we would, but in a wonderful, unexpected, kind and very, very effective way.
Offering the gift of His Son Jesus to humanity, God the Father accomplished ​​the nucleus of His project and His prophecy, responding to all the dreams and desires of liberation and salvation of all men of all times, but not as we could have expected or predicted. That is why in our terrible and pitiful arrogance and self-assurance we took Jesus, we killed Him and threw Him out of our history as if he were a criminal. So the prophecy of salvation planned by God for men in Jesus is systematically thrown from the cliffs on which we build our cities. That is why mankind continues to be deceived and enslaved by improvised and ineffective messiahs, by grotesque magicians and saviors, who in their pathetic presumption to be the savior of someone or something correspond more comfortably with the expectations and dreams of the people. Having thrown Jesus down from the precipice of our cities, those hard-working saviors of humanity are ready, very ready to earn billions with their charm and meta-mystic-cabastic recipes, to save and to redeem our ignorant and lazy mankind from despair, fear, poverty, disease and  misplaced love affairs. Greedy deceivers will take advantage of the deceived poor until they vomit their very soul.
Those who truly do not  believe in God
 are not those who believe in nothing; those who do not have faith actually believe in everything. It is a breathtaking show.
The Prophecy has been fulfilled, but not as man expected. If man does not humbly accept God's plans, he will see madness and violence reign supreme over himself destroying everything he loves.  Our lives are  at stake. If we throw Him off the cliff, who will enter our cities?
The precipice from which we have throw away the Way, is the precipice upon which we have built our human city. And after having deceived us by pretending to be a fortress for our defense, when will
the precipice show its true face and swallow us into the abyss?
Why is it that no one has any doubts about the fact that at the very time we throw
the realization of the prophecy made flesh, Jesus, into the abyss, we are actually throwing our cities, all true progress, wisdom, beauty, soul and body health , peace, justice, the way, the truth and the life itself into the abyss?
If Jesus is the true Son of God, what do we continue to throw down into the abyss with Him? What is it that in our terrible presumption we are literally throwing away together with Jesus? After throwing the Way into the precipice, how can we think that our society can come to build political and cultural paths
respectful of mankind, communicative and behavioral roads and streets respectful of the human person, nature and creation?
Once Truth has been forcefully thrown off the cliff by us, what sort of omnipotence can give life to the idea that some form of truth and wisdom can guide our science, medical research, economics, work, social communications, entertainment, education, emotional relationships?
What
viral  form is affecting us, degenerating our most basic mental circuits to the point that we could think that after having thrown Life itself off the cliff of our cities, our life may  find times of joy, peace, security and well-being? After having thrown Life itself into the abyss, what life can ever be defended? Yours? Hers/his? Ours?