years in schools in each of us were made to memorize to force a good number of poems.
I remember that it was not easy, largely because it reduces me to last a little 'always on Sunday evening.
In memory of some, there came another force: The Mass.
All young and not so young that until redemption (Confirmation) had the mandatory requirements of his grandmother, sacrificing sleep on Sunday morning.
Over the years they have learned the formula of the Mass by heart, and continue to suffer. (Just a little while ago I was talking with a friend).
You can not say "Lift up your hearts" ... that part of the "up to the Lord"
and again, "Thanks be to God" is 'good thing' and then part of the priest, "But is it really fair to give you thanks O Lord?"
What!? Mountains over 2000 years of church every Sunday and you wonder if it is right?
I've always considered a silly question. (Then maybe it was not a question but it was my pastor did not know how to give the intonations ...)
And how many hits the chorus attractive that they sang, how many neighbors out of tune, I did not have figures or the playback sang with inaudible voice, there were those who had the alitazza from 'nciue the Open on Sunday to eat breakfast.
And those who are embarrassed to "each other the sign of peace" to feel sweaty hands or rugosissime.
After years of not knowing it was impossible to put all the liturgy by heart.
was particularly the case for other parishes to attend (the trip) because each parish had its own words, variations on the theme.
The sentence however was more related to where they are, and it "But just a word and I shall be healed" for several reasons. First was the phrase with which the mass virtually ended it did not pass then put it where I do not refigure the situation in my mind that concrete form that phrase from an early age.
"But just a word and I shall be healed."
I imagined a giant octopus, purple, that kept me trapped and wanted to kill me.
Suddenly, however, spent a good seeing Jesus said "Hello Ale!" pufff and the polyp vanished.
precisely to a single word was enough for him to save me.
This is omnipotence.
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