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Pilgrims as Balthasar, mage oriental

janvier 2011
Pèlerins comme Balthasar,
mage d’orient
La parole du mois
Je ne suis pas mage pour rien. On me dit devin, charlatan, astrologue, magicien, que sais-je encore ! On a même cru que j’étais roi. En réalité, ma science – ou ma spécialité si vous voulez –, c’est d’observer les étoiles. Non pour s’échapper du monde et oublier ce qui se passe sur la terre, mais au contraire pour déchiffrer l’énigme of the universe.
It comes to see me from across the globe.
Yet here one night - I could not believe my eyes - shining in the sky a star like no other. I had never seen that. The star of my life! There was a call and this time it's me who got started. After putting in my cabinet a little incense - this is the specialty of my country, the country of Sheba
- I started following the star.
On the road, I met Melchior, another magician. It was a long time since I had not seen and my heart leapt with joy. He too had seen the star. Imagine our surprise to see a little further that Gaspar was also en route. En route to what place? We do not know
yet, but soon we realized that all people of Midian and Ephah, Saba and Kedar, we were on our way to Jerusalem. It is the star of King of the Jews that we had come.
Amazing, is not it? I'm always a bit more stubborn and fanatical, so different from us anyway. They do not worship the same gods. Would they have received a special revelation ? I imagined a different destination. But sometimes the stars take us on unexpected paths.
In fact, we do not stay in Jerusalem. We sent them to Bethlehem, the city of King David. And lo, the star stopped just above the house where a child was born. No silver throne, nor golden scepter. It was not the splendor of a royal court or the deployment of a glitzy ceremony
. It's something else that was more true and just. Because there was no doubt that the star had led us the right place. The joy of our heart that rose was the sign. Like what, God often upset our plans and disturbs our preconceived ideas. And I also found myself singing along with the poor people and some shepherds who were there: "Glory to God in heaven and on earth peace to men."
My science was of no help here. A new world opened before me! It was the same for Melchior and Gaspar. Meeting a child had changed our lives. And that day, we realized that to find truth we must take another path, not the path indicated by Herod, but the one we drew the newborn child.

To pray
Holy Father,
Those who left their country and walked in hope
hast driven to your Son:
us also that are on the road gives us one day see her face
and enter into his joy.
Him who lives and reigns for ever and ever.

month of January is marked by a week of prayer for Christian unity.
Mages from three different locations after the star set up the crib.
A Faith and Light, we come from different churches but we are all gathered together around Jesus. Keep in our heart, the greatest desire of Jesus: "Let all be one."

The prayer of a poor
Jesus, my star, you show me the path that leads to you.

A beautiful interfaith dialogue
Since that day he asked me quite unexpectedly to teach him to pray, Mohammed took the habit of regularly come and talk with me. A neighbor. We have a long history of sharing ...
One day he found the formula to apply for an appointment: "Long ago we did not dig our wells! "Once
by way of joke, I asked him the question:" And in our deepest well, what do we find? Water or water Muslim Christian? "
He looked at me, half laughing, half vexed:" All the same, so long ago that we walk together, and you ask yourself that question again ... You know, deep in the well there, what we find is the water of God! "
A monk Tibherine

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