Monday, March 29, 2010
Light Second Line On First Response Preg Test
Influence of Monsignor Romero in Mexico
, San Pedro butcher's ax, ax and cutlass normal walking and reading.
On Sunday, March 21, I learned from Ana , there would be a mass tribute to Monsignor Romero in the church of San Pedro Martir, I been ages since I have not gone to Mass, not in vain I atheist, but I did not hesitate a second to say Come on! and although I could not live the war in El Salvador and Salvadoran am Mexican, I have always admired Archbishop Romero for being a man of integrity and good, consistent with the teachings of the Church of which he was a representative (as I admire Samuel Ruiz and Raul Vera), and that the Catholic Church seems more important to money and power than helping people, there are few priests who understand justice and love of neighbor. Of them should learn most of our bishops and some other cardinal (they know who I mean) they are men unworthy of outrageous behavior and actions.
A Bishop he was murdered 30 years ago, giving Mass in San Salvador, for the sin of standing with the people and not the government, Samuel Ruiz as "retired" from the Vatican for the same reason and Raul Vera banished Saltillo thinking beyond the parched northern desert would not have much to do, but he has continued to denounce the abuses and crimes of the army during the time it takes you there and of course, have lately intensified by the number of soldiers who Calderon sent north.
I did not know why I was in San Pedro Martir was going to officiate the Mass for Monsignor Romero, but I found out during this that the priest of that parish Bishop worked with a few years back in El Salvador and learned from him the love of neighbor and the struggle for justice and now annually causes a mass dedicated to the murdered priest.
There were not many Salvadorans, perhaps a score, the ambassador, the consul, a journalist, a very charming nun wearing bloodstained handkerchief as a relic of Bishop, who kissed all the pious women of the parish.
I've never understood the fixation of Catholics worship severed fingers, ears, teeth, mummies, bloody rags and other things that are quite sinister, but hey, let them.
After Mass father did a fellowship in his house and we had chance to get some more Salvadorans talk to several who took refuge in Mexico for political persecution during the war and have already made their lives here. We were served a barbecue estupeda and a delicious mole.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Cool Math Games Impossible Quiz
Ghosts of women
When my sister was about three years and I still did not meet six, my father rented a farm for Ayutuxtepeque (El Salvador) and went to live there for a while, the house had a long porch supported by wooden columns and that was our favorite games. Thus was born
my claustrophobia, we had a tunnel with a petate enrollado y yo me metí y al ir a la mitad mi hermana se sentó en donde estaba mi cabeza y yo no me podía mover...pero no es de eso que iba a hablar sino de una historia que se contaba sobre la casa, se decía que el dueño ya no quería vivir ahí porque estaba embrujada, que había fantasmas; Parece que la primera esposa del dueño había muerto el día de la boda en un accidente, él la había llorado poco tiempo y se había vuelto a casar, pero el fantasma de la primera mujer no lo dejaba en paz y le hacía la vida imposible tanto a él como a la segunda esposa, se aparecía cuando trataban de hacer el amor y soplaba sobre ellos con aliento gélido, les salaba la comida cuando was on the stove, made chickens lay eggs rotten. The second wife could not stand the pressure and went, the man, who apparently could not live alone, we sought a lover and it was less scary and fun of the ghost until the ghost is angry and when the woman was drawing water from pushed well and there drowned. They said she also wandered around the farm and the owner then decided to move elsewhere and rent their property but the tenants did not last long because the frightened ghosts. I heard this story when it was being told the cook
and night and could not sleep from fear, but then I was forgetting because they never saw or felt anything supernatural in that house, but I think we live there too long either, although I think the reason they were the supposed ghosts. 
When my sister was about three years and I still did not meet six, my father rented a farm for Ayutuxtepeque (El Salvador) and went to live there for a while, the house had a long porch supported by wooden columns and that was our favorite games. Thus was born
my claustrophobia, we had a tunnel with a petate enrollado y yo me metí y al ir a la mitad mi hermana se sentó en donde estaba mi cabeza y yo no me podía mover...pero no es de eso que iba a hablar sino de una historia que se contaba sobre la casa, se decía que el dueño ya no quería vivir ahí porque estaba embrujada, que había fantasmas; Parece que la primera esposa del dueño había muerto el día de la boda en un accidente, él la había llorado poco tiempo y se había vuelto a casar, pero el fantasma de la primera mujer no lo dejaba en paz y le hacía la vida imposible tanto a él como a la segunda esposa, se aparecía cuando trataban de hacer el amor y soplaba sobre ellos con aliento gélido, les salaba la comida cuando was on the stove, made chickens lay eggs rotten. The second wife could not stand the pressure and went, the man, who apparently could not live alone, we sought a lover and it was less scary and fun of the ghost until the ghost is angry and when the woman was drawing water from pushed well and there drowned. They said she also wandered around the farm and the owner then decided to move elsewhere and rent their property but the tenants did not last long because the frightened ghosts. I heard this story when it was being told the cook
and night and could not sleep from fear, but then I was forgetting because they never saw or felt anything supernatural in that house, but I think we live there too long either, although I think the reason they were the supposed ghosts.
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