Do not think I'm going to tell my life as an altar boy because I do not remember or I do not remember half. The acolytes have such a pact, we hung the robe and let the experience back. It is like a secret society, yeah, yeah, ha, ha, but no one has anything.
remember my neighbor Joaquín Salido the olive furniture (I think this town is indebted to him) say: "This baby is going to become bishop, he should have to hear another, because when I go through the town I still say it. Others still, follow me saying "I have you in my photo Albun" or "You helped to get married" and so on.
If I remember I could write a book with stories, along with my colleagues, the parish club, relationship with colleagues del Carmen, visits to the domes and bell towers, the pay and tips etc. But my inspiration comes to me to have serious and responsible work of an acolyte.
For that I tried to remember Don Rafael Bravo (this priest say the same thing as my neighbor had a brother priest and pastor as well be you or higher, is not normal) and a mass of wet winter day ; flashers cuts, closures pulling the bell rope and little assistance. I said "today the Mass is in the shrine, light the candles in case the light goes again."
cruet and preparing the chalice (which was one of wrought gold), ensure that the cloth was stretched and right on the marble stone, carrying the missal and the site would have that played (more than once I was wrong , but said nothing). Then in that place so quiet and collected, put an ear to the letters of St. Paul to the Romans, the parables of Matthew and those stories that seemed to be reading a historical novel.
allowed him to prepare the clothes when the color of the chasuble changed, I explained, this color today is that we are on this date, etc. The journal was the green, always accompanied by his stole. When you open some of these giant crates appear so rare these hats worn by bishops, mitres, he had in all colors and more than once did not put them on in the head. We
developed with patience all that "wanted to know" and encouraged the use of objects no longer in use and that we pay too much attention, I remember a wooden board with metal handles and many moving it toward a lot of noise I think that was used for the day of the dead.
After the mass was collected the altar and the sacristy, the lights went out all the chapels and threw the bolt, back from the front door to the exit with all dark was courageous with these old, if we looked we saw an image of the chapel dimly lit by Velillas, and it was worse. We went for the plain sascritia to San Rafael where there was not a soul.
At the end of the month concerned have prepared the pay envelopes for all three. Put in mine. Acolyte Diego Luis. Diego L.
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