En mis últimas discusiones con mamá, mamá dijo que mi hermano y yo éramos groseros, faltos de respeto, y nos mandó a misa para que el señor nos limpiara de todo pecado.
Pecadores seremos, pero no desobedientes, asĂ que este domingo decidĂ levantarme temprano e ir a misa con mi hermano menor. La Ăşltima vez que habĂa ido a misa fue en las navidades, asi que al llegar me enterĂ© que habĂan cambiado la hora. Con una hora de tiempo libre, decidĂ hacer lo que cualquier persona con razocinio harĂa: dormir. Mientras pretendĂa dormir, mi hermanito tomĂł mi celular para jugar, y le dije que al menos tomara algunas fotos.
Gracias a Dios todavĂa está pequeño y tiene tiempo para pensar que será de grande, pero desde ya le sugiero que no se dedique a la fotografĂa.
Pasado el rato, abrieron la iglesia y la gente fue llegando poco a poco. La iglesia del pueblo es pequeña, pues fue hecha para un pueblo de unas 300 personas, pero eso no le quita lo linda que es.
No fue una gran misa, pero casualmente dejĂł una reflexiĂłn acerca de la relaciĂłn de JesĂşs con su madre la virgen MarĂa (demasiada coincidencia).
Posterior a la misa, mientras esperábamos que papá pasara a recogernos, Rodrigo (mi hermano) decidiĂł demostrar que podĂa subir a la iglesia sin usar las escaleras escalando. Tuvo mal final (el cura nos regañó).
En fin, pude compartir un rato con mi hermano, despejar un poco mi mente y hacer caso a lo que dice mamá. Definitivamente, la vida es bella todos los dĂas. Bye, hivers
P.D.:La mayorĂa de las fotos del post fueron tomadas por mi hermano.
In my last discussions with mom, mom said that my brother and me were rude, disrespectful, and she had us go to mass so that the Lord would purify us of all sin.
We may be sinners, but we are not disobedient, so this Sunday I decided to get up early and go to mass with my younger brother. The last time I had gone to mass was at Christmas, so when we arrived we found out that they had changed the time. With an hour of free time, I decided to do what any rational person would do: sleep. While I was pretending to sleep, my little brother took my phone to play with, and I told him to at least take some pictures.
Luckily he is still very young and has time to think about what he will be when he gets older, but I suggest he doesn't take up photography.
After a while, they opened the church and people began to arrive slowly. The village church is small, as it was made for a village of about 300 people, but that doesn't take away from how beautiful it is.
It was not a big mass, but casually left a reflexion about the relationship of Jesus with his mother the Virgin Mary (too much of a coincidence).
After mass, while we were waiting for dad to pick us up, Rodrigo (my brother) decided to prove that he could climb the church without using the stairs by climbing. It ended badly (the priest told us off).
Anyway, I was able to spend some time with my brother, clear my mind a bit and listen to what mom says. Definitely, life is beautiful every day. Bye, hivers
P.S.:Most of the photos in the post were shot by my brother.
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