My greatest honor. A privilege available to very few.
Year after year and now they're eleven, I feel stronger, "brother", more spiritual, "student" rather Costalero of the Lord.
When work does not let us live, when our children ask us for all the free time we have left, or monopolize exams every day of our week ...
When this happens, fifty "crazy", take time out of ten to one am every Thursday to pray on foot. Stop "putting kidneys" for all who have problems, or for not want us in "their cities", which are usually the same as trying to sabotage. O heart for the poor, orphans of all faiths, by unemployment, by the misfortunes that afflict the world or the immediate family, for those who went to heaven ...
For these reasons and also for our intentions, voluntarily and without charge wincing under the weight of our Lord.
On the morning of Palm Sunday, the bag, pants, belt and black sandals along with the medal of the brotherhood and the shirt, resting on the bed, placed with all the love of a mother, waiting it is the time to go to the temple.
The season of penance, a constant scent.
Levanta that convert, "shot back" that thrill and tremble Rachee good hearts who thought they were shielded.
step Do you weigh?. As San Cristobal said, as if they carry the full weight of the world on his shoulders.
We are so few that we carry and the Lord bless Madrid on the back!.
We are so few brave!.
We are so few "crazy"!. Those blessed crazy on Friday after the test we are not tired. We will not hurt anything. And we are happier than ever. "Things ours?. Faith
So when I say that all of the above I am an old or ancient, or long and you're wrong say that these are embers of Franco, or when you show of your atheism and secularism in Spain, trying to prevent or protest the passage of our expression of faith ...
When I say all this, I look into your eyes, I feel love for you and I get the sack every Thursday to continue praying for you. To continue carrying the burden of your sins and to make you happy and fulfilling your dreams. E is the difference.
The world belongs to the brave.
I love my brave!.
The bearers do not die, come together in the sky to his crew. TEACHING
Valentia (Necks praying for you.) José Luis Vázquez
Moruno
April 2011
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