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Letter No. 4 No. 3

Quebec, November 17, 2010

The Gospel passage where Jesus invites himself to Zacchaeus (Luke 19:1-10) comes back into memory on the Sycamore which the little man climbed up to see him pass the Son of man. "Have you seen this tree?" , you say. Certainly not this one, but I've seen a sycamore.

That day I was in Karonga, northern Malawi, not far from lake. As usual, the heat of the day we were dehydrated. The sun finally set, we met for dinner under the trees in the backyard of the motel where we stayed. And that's where I saw for the first time a sycamore. In

wide trunk, say 50 centimeters in circumference, some branches extend over a very long distance perfectly parallel with the ground at an angle of 90 o with the tree. I was in awe of the majesty of the sycamore that offer protection against the sun by day and keep us from seeing the stars at night.

high enough, I could still imagine that young men can climb on the largest branch by helping each other. Surprisingly, as the passage from Luke, Jesus tells Zacchaeus to come down quickly because he wants to stay at his home. Imagine the scene!

A crowd pressed against Jesus. The apostles were struggling to contain the people who walk slow. Zacchaeus gets help to climb onto the limb of the sycamore where men congregate already know as birds do on an electric wire. There is no better place to "see" from above while being away from the hustle.

How Jesus he recognized the midst of this turmoil? How could he describe this little bird on the branch in the middle of so many others? It did not matter. What matters is the sycamore.

This tree represents us. That is we are talking about. This trunk is our life. With age, we rounded and hardened his body and mind. The arms are those of our love, our work, our travels, our loyalties, our emotion, our science, our accomplishments. But the most visible and closest to the ground, in parallel with the reality of the world is the branch of our disappointments, our sin.

And Zacchaeus is us too. We are sitting on the largest branches, that of our suffering humanity. It is on this branch that we hold strongly to "see" Jesus. But it's ground, where seeds of life that Jesus calls us.

- "Come down quickly: today, I must stay home."

Quick, Zacchaeus came down with joy.

about us! What do we want to get off the branch on which our misfortune we hold on and refuse to let go. And me! Who am I to tell you about this? I'm so afraid of passing on and say to Jesus: "Lord, I am giving to the poor half of my property and if I have wronged someone, I'll give him four times. "

It is easy to remember those who have harmed them. For cons, I find it difficult to "see" the people I myself wronged.

- "I have a remedy to rub your eyes to see clearly. All those I love, I show them their mistakes and correct them. So be strong and become a true believer, "says the Lord. "I am standing at the door and knock ... I take my meals with you." (Apocalypse 3, 18d-20).

- "Today salvation has come to this house ... Indeed, the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost."

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November 1, 2010

In Christ's name, open roads Gospel

Take a journey without knowing where it leads! No thank you! Not for me. I'm not the adventurous type. Yet, for thirty years, from England via the Congo and more recently Malawi, I roll my hump in a blind trust.

Anywhere, I know a brother or sister in Christ's name receive me. It is He who draws the path. It IS the gospel that I proclaim somehow in French, English, Kiswahili and Chichewa. I am not an adventurer in search of a bullshit story. I try to be guided by Him who cracked open the horizons of the unknown.

With the exception of economic development, I do not see any difference between Africa and here. The human heart is the same everywhere. Fear rubs dreams of easy success. The reality remains mysterious, or even intangible. The journey of emotions going in all directions and often stops before the impassable walls of hatred, rebellion or distress. There is also the impulses of generosity, unconditional hospitality, love and forgiveness. One day, Jesus tells us, a rich man was partying every day. A poor man named Lazarus had nothing to eat. But they died, and an impassable gulf separated them. Neither he nor his brother knew not listen.

is the drama, and despite the undoubted progress means of communication, we avoid dialogue and s'obstinons maintain erroneous beliefs. The abyss is not elsewhere than on earth among nations powerful and technologically underdeveloped countries, between knowledgeable and ignorant, to the holders of power weapons and victims, between ideologically opposed political systems, between religions, between neighbors and even within our own families.

How then fill those chasms? In Christ's name, open paths of the Gospel. Open is to dare to trust the unknown. The roads are for life. In this, there is a call to offer our vulnerability so that together we were fighting evil. Jesus is the perfect example of the full opening to the Father's will. His path leads him to death on a cross from which gusted unimaginable love of God and a life of eternity. We all carry this mission to reach the door of our fears to dare take the road of hope. This is especially true that our church is undergoing a deep crisis. This is no time to hide. Instead, more than ever, we live in faith and love, perseverance and gentleness.

In England, the Congo or Malawi, I had to learn everything starting with the languages and customs. I seem to have done so little. The key is No very start walking, walker, wheelchair or even dream about. Whatever! There are disabled and sick who are a long way to bridge the injury of misunderstandings, blunders, of indifference or blindness. I do not know where I'm going but I'm still going because I know that Jesus leads me, even beyond death.

Father Serge St-Arneault, M. Afr

text published in the journal of information and reflection of the diocese of Trois-Rivieres, Trois-Rivières Church - November 2010, page 2

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Quebec No. 1

Trois-Rivières, August 14, 2010

I'm back in the land of less than two weeks after a three-year stay in Malawi [i] . I plunges abruptly into another world. Nothing is similar or almost. Fortunately, I sail in these two parallel worlds without too much difficulty. I feel good here and there, free and happy.

This morning on the bike path, I had barely exceed cycling a man older than me who was traveling in inline skates. Moreover, he followed me very closely, despite my efforts to distance.

- " Continuing, he said, you're going at a good speed and you save me 30% of energy ."

My pride helping me, I rode the best I could to earn a thank you to the end of the race.

- " Have you seen the race track Grand Prix? , asks another cyclist, when I get off where I knew the energy saving my first skate athlete aligned. And then I understood! Here too, Trois-Rivieres, we strive in parallel worlds; the Grand Prix and the Festival of the Assumption.

The first is noisy, exciting, exhilarating and alcohol, helping bars, sex. The money is running at the pace of racing cars and everybody seems happy, especially at the height of the gr ande wheel located downtown.

The second is peaceful, internalizing, calling to prayer on the theme of joy and hope. Even the wheelchairs move slowly. The crowd, because it is there, past the age of overtaking fast and young, for the most part, have black skin.

Me! I go to the Sanctuary and I see that the Church in Quebec has lost its momentum of old who was at the forefront be relayed to the last position of the pack in the race. It is advanced by all sides as to be often forgotten. For cons, the Church is still in the race. She remains on course to reach the finish line. As in the fable of the hare and the tortoise, the Church "the People of God in motion" wanders slow but confident. This is the work of hope. Faith leads us to Jesus through his mother Mary who we trace the path that is not a racetrack. The candles replace the red lights.

Grand Prix and the Festival of the Assumption are available the same day and it sounds contradictory. Indeed, there is room for everyone in Trois-Rivieres even if there are not enough bedrooms to accommodate all visitors.

Like a bicycle, the Grand Prix uses the 6 th speed while The Festival hits the first. It is hoped that the followers of racing will cross the finish line with the satisfaction of living a great time with friends and family. Also hope that the festival this year with its new and enjoyable form of prayer in his lively songs of Taizé, Latin and Creole, revives the hope of a large church in decline.

Father Serge St-Arneault [ii]

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[i] small African country of 13 million, Malawi is sandwiched between Mozambique, Tanzania and Zambia.

[ii] native of St. Adelphe but raised in La Tuque, Father Serge St-Arneault is a missionary in Africa since 1981. He has worked in Democratic Republic of Congo and Malawi. He is back in Canada for a year of study in Quebec.

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Doe: "What I have done nothing!"
Me: "You were not doing with confetti a sheet that had nothing to do with the course? "
Doe:" It was important Y'avait the name of my mother over, I had destroyed it! "
Me:" Oh ! I'm sorry! No, really, I'm sorry, you're out this sheet unrelated to the course, you had to make confetti, it was normal that you tear it now, I mean, it was important, not really, I'm sorry, I should never have to ask you to follow the course! "
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