This mystery of encarnación was taken another great step as Jesus fully identified himself with others… “when did we see You hungry or thirsty or in prison or naked?” they asked Jesus … who answered “when you saw the least of my brothers and sisters you saw Me!” Was not Fr. Roy Patterson so right when he returned from going to answer the front door bell one night and returned to tell his priest friends, “Jesus was at the front door – he was drunk and wanted a sandwich?”
Tthe other day I read again a piece of writing from Bishop Helder Camara which has always impressed me; I want to share it with you:
In parts of the world like ours (Brazil) we can live the nativity scene for ourselves almost every day. Here big companies buy up acres of land and families are obliged to leave. When they arrive in the big cities they look for somewhere to live. Often the wife is pregnant. They end up by building miserable hovels – you might say sub-hovels – where no one else wants to live. And there Christ is born. There is no ox or donkey, but there is a pig – and chickens sometimes. That’s the crib, the living crib. At Christmas, naturally, I celebrate Mass in various churches. But I also like to say Mass in one of these living cribs. Why should I go on pilgrimage to Bethlehem when I see Christ being born here, physically, every moment of the day? He’s called Juan, Francisco, Antonio, Sebastiao, Serino… but he is the Christ. Oh, how blind we are, how deaf we are! How hard it is to grasp that the Gospel is still going on.
[Through the Gospel with Dom. Helder Camara.]