Priest The day I went .....
Miguel Ramos
As each year a very special chronic ..... February 14, 2003 , 8 years after the departure of a dear friend, recalling his memory in a story like few under my belt and hope that he is, remember it with joy as the day against all odds and unexpectedly, turned one of my biggest dreams, being a priest .....
Few people have the ability to make most of their hopes and dreams and happens to be my case, as many somewhere in your life, I thought of dedicating mine to be a disciple of Christ, not some frustration, because I did not have luck or not I like women, or as an escape from life, but just the time I thought that it might otherwise do more things without the robe and collar because I felt limited by the terrified little common sense and honesty with which human beings usually act, but the calling or called to serve did tickle me suddenly and was marked by strong I have always felt attracted by the passion of Christ. When killed class in college, was to go to dinner at the minor seminary where it was as a satellite of the house, where nuns seminarians and friends allowed me to share a table which, incidentally, was a delight, especially with Chocolatito sopeado bread.
always struck me the rhythm of daily life that were getting up at 4:30 am to recite the Lauds "prayer to start the day", meaning in Latin (Laudares) means salutation, and may be interpreted as one of the primary purposes of execution in this morning, hence, the bathroom, Mass at 5:30 AM, breakfast at 6:00 am and admission to classes at 7:00 AM every day. An active lifestyle of course, hence the closeness and friendship with several priests some good others less so but as they say there is everything in the vineyard of the Lord, derived from this endless frequent questions were more interesting this relationship, knowing their concerns, anguish, joy, as some may be so weak and others as extremely strong. He lived very closely the priestly life, but never as close as the day I was a priest ... ..
... .. Thursday December 16, 1999, the final Pachuca - Cruz Azul the intention of going to the final stage but they'll totally invalid, a call that day at 24:00
- "I have tickets for the stadium Hidalgo, you dare?"
- "Claaarooooo !!!!" - said, for me, of course it was a miracle We took the highway to Bella Airosa, was a friend of the Fr. Roberto Rosas blue blood and passion as me.
- "First we went to Bishop's house, eat and at night we went to the stadium" - not that anything other than food,
- "Perfect said" - and came to the Cathedral, we touch the door and we opened,
- "They are the parents who come from Mexico, truth? "- the father nodded -" Come, take them right now with the bishop "-.
We climbed into a van and left, in my heart the anguish of knowing that I was not father and then wait until you can talk to that did was, we were received as such, Mr. Bishop, the people, then we sat at the table, at the time advantage, but I hear ... .. shut your mouth and eat, he said, and if so began my adventure, I ate and tasted, people approached us with the thrill of receiving a house rooted in Catholicism, the questions, the talk, all focused on my new identity . And who are you?, ¡¡¡¡¡ Toooiinggg!! Well, Cruz Azul, looks up, stuck, we went from being Catholic priests separated brethren, but well, followed Mariachi harmony arrived, we headed to the stadium, we got audiences with Mr. Bishop and play began 22 minutes Pinheiro noted by Cruz Azul and both jumped for joy in the midst of the club Pachuca eyes on us and saving the voice of the bishop, are priests eh!, breathe a minute later, at 23, the goal like a bucket Glaría ice water, we sat, the excitement continued after the 2 -1 of Pachuca, 41 minutes Glaría again, the earth swallow us !!!!, on 90 minutes, a light beam, Pedro Resendiz 2 -2, fffiiiuuu!, automatically aborted the joke, we left the stadium to dinner at Cathedral to return to Mexico, already seated, in the discussion,
- "we are waiting for the meeting of priests in 15 days, I turn to see the father,
- Sssiiii, Graaaciass - nervous, until he reached the question fulminant
- "So you that Father Miguel Parish is? - I felt chiquitititititito,
- I'm not Father, forgive - and with a smile! Uuupppsss !!!!, the adventure is over, we said goodbye and take the road.
was an unforgettable day, a day that will always be grateful to my friend who is no longer with me, 8 years have started to encounter who gave us the opportunity to live, and me of being something at some time in my life craved, always remember and cherish the good and warm moments that talk and discuss football, God, always grateful for the day live when I was a priest, to always dear father, my friend, Rest in peace ... .. Roberto Rosas (+) ... ..