Sitting on a bench facing the door of a church.
watch carefully as a woman of no more than 50 years turned a small red candle and let it gently in front of a mural of tiles with the face of Christ on the cross. Meanwhile, the murmurs and moves his lips. Surely a petition .... "My Lord, my husband gets good. You know what it is, right? Yes, cancer ..." The woman begins to mourn. And after a long time in silence, he leaves.
That same night, the sky begins to ring. Thunder and lightning are noted. The water falls ... The sail, the little candle, the door of the church you remember, is off.
A day later, the surprise of the woman, who faced of sadness and crying black onesie comes to the door of the church. And yes, you see that the candle is extinguished. "Off like my husband. ... No good is that .. do not you hear me? Go God to me ..." And he left.
A few months later I returned to do the same operation. I sat on a bench and watched. Interestingly
I saw as it was the same as previous months. A woman approached, lit candles, prayed and left. Had the same problem as the lady who had lost all hope for the death of her husband. Also the lady who lit a candle in the hope that God give strength to her husband. He
to rain that night, and the candle went out. But it happened then, that a small child accompanied by his mother in the morning (probably the way to school), pulled her ... "Mom, Mom. An unlit candle! Turn it on, porfa, porfa ...!" and lit the candle.
That evening the lady who had lit the candle again the door of the church in black, sad. saw the candle and smiled.
What happened to the last lady? Then he realized that as that candle, her husband was still alive. He could have died, yes, but was vivo. I live in the memory, in the hope of a place of light. She realized that after the storm .... The calm and with it the resurgence of life.
You become that child that turns the light to others, the person needing the suffering, the oppressed, discouraged ... In fact, you can be that light that helps to hope to return to the hearts of men.
That's what I ask of the new year. To our knowledge Light.
A M ยช Victoria and Sebastian.
That together we lit a candle.
Because we shared
a beautiful afternoon.
Who knows if that candle ...?
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