They have gotten used to you badly. You knew they were praying for you, behind the choir grilles and ClosingOn the other side of the turnstiles, there was an eagerness, a joy, a contemplation that the rest of the people could hardly feel, and above all, you would think so. … They were eternal, because they were not subject to the laws of the world, nor to haste, nor to evil Slavery Those who consumed did not go out either.
Yes, I thought they were Angelsunborn creatures that you can forget to claim when the thunder rolls, that the spirit of St. Dominic, St. Clare, and St. Jerome, will not allow the finest flowers of her ancient trunk to wither.
I imagined them strong and urged them to love JesusLike Santa Angela de la Cruz; Stubborn and resolute, e.g Saint Teresa From Avila, or perhaps at the same time full of innocence in search of the love of Jesus and avoiding being a mother to sinners, like that little nun, “so beautiful!”, who was traveling on the train in front of him. Antonio Machado. When you walk in Cordoba, you look at its churches and perhaps sense their presence on the other side. You think that what happens to the world does not affect them, but when you open the newspapers and screens these days, you see that if they appear, it is first and foremost when they happen. Diseases From the present time.
The day before yesterday it was Bernarda’s family Cistercian And the Poor Clares of Santa Isabel de los Ángeles, yesterday the Sicilian Carmelites of Lucena, now the visiting sales with the carved Church of the Sun they envisioned Rafael de Lahoz. Old age, lack of vocations, and the uncertain course of the outside world sometimes strike the silent and fertile closure of the monasteries, which grow like arable land without noise and with almost no interest in the work of bringing forth the fruits of light.
Sometimes Providenceembodied in curiosity or in a friend, helps you cross the monastery as much as possible and exchange words with those angels. Did you know that Sister Maria de Gracia is able to offer the world her reflections on the Word of God while watching the sunrise from… Saint MarthaPerhaps it was prompted by the hearts of those who had been there before that only two nuns remained in the monastery, and that on Holy Thursdays when the rain separates you from your robe, when the Eucharist is more than ever the promised solace of each day, it was their voices that guided you to the memorial.
You knew that nasturtiums were fewer monastery From a spiritual garden in the heart of Cordoba where you can meet Jesus in the Eucharist in the harshest morning temperatures. Now you fear that before the Lord calls you you will see all these places that have become necessary in your life empty, and you pray to know what you can do so that angels will never be lacking where this world is a world of love and joy.