fervor emanating from the stones of the Christian city par excellence semanasantera, breath becomes intoxicated with the smell of incense and snatches the senses, to the same back end of a magical, saturated with a deep impulse that makes the flame of a tradition, does not go off at any time. That is why, for that magic in a way very particular, every brother, every devotee, is to this wonderful event, accompanied by a myriad of sensations and feelings. Feelings and sensations that are transmitted between generations, which are not regulated and are certainly driven by the Spirit. Feelings and sensations that are revitalized me, every time my lady walks the streets of Ubeda, to the sound of the morning and run the passing of their children ...
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Speaking of sensations and feelings, which I to have possibly one of many stories, one of many moments that any Úbeda brother may have lived within their guild, at its peak. I do not know if the suggestion that generated the event or by the circumstances experienced months ago, what happened permeated so deep in me, that since then the Lady and I have been inseparable.
A was expected to eternal cold Easter Monday, fixing site on a sidewalk, we met my wife, my mother and me. The echo prompted by the din of drums, trumpets and bells, announcing the passing of Our Lady of Grace through the streets of Úbeda. Soon, a year she and I find ourselves in that moment so intimate ... so much to tell ... So much to say ... In the end, on arrival, one look was enough for Mary, full of grace, I understand not cross word.
Perhaps it was coincidence, maybe it was a miracle, so many questions I have come since then ... Looking at the lady, I felt someone struck me giving me a small blow to the shoulder. When I attended this strange call, a Nazarene gave me something that at first I did not know it was. Something little that later became beautiful. A small portrait with the face of Our Lady of Grace. Surprised, he walked around his eyes to know that the Nazarene, and even with their faces covered by his cloak, I could tell by his eyes that he was someone who enjoyed for having done a good deed. I kissed the picture as if he had kissed the Mother of Jesus, and saved it in my heart forever. It is very possible that in other circumstances, this meeting between the Lady and I had not taken place, but it happened, and Mary, full of grace, he crossed my path, this time to stay.
Surely this will be repeated time and time again throughout history. There will always be a time for falling captive to the love of Mary. Mary represents the Passion of Jesus, hope and quiet, and fundamental step is to reach God. That is why, as a mother knows our weaknesses, and knows tell us to fill our hearts with grace.
seems paradoxical, but what men are determined to take away, God will give the other side. It seems paradoxical, but while men want to intervene in the spiritual, that's just a God thing. He knows the roads and is always vigilant, to reach out to the truly seeks it. Mary to me, is full of grace, is the Faith, is that of pain. Jesus is always the Nazarene who died for me, and his resurrection taught me that the end is always the beginning.
that I know of Nazareth, to thank for that gift filled my heart with joy. I would like to know that the Nazarene, to say how well it did in me. He
Nazareno, Cupid was the Penitent.
Article to Grace Our Magazine, published by the Brotherhood and Brotherhood of Nazarenes of Our Lady of Grace of Úbeda.
