Aisle CirineosHe was about two years old. Chubby and smiling, he barely stood a few feet off the ground. Dressed in his argyle sweater and Bermuda shorts, he looked down on life from the borrowed height of his father's shoulders.
It was Maundy Thursday and it was Seville. The afternoon was falling and Our Father Jesus of the Passion appeared in a square where the silence was only torn by the deaf dragging of the feet of the nazarenes, penitents and costaleros.
The Lord came out of his house in El Salvador. And that little boy, seeing from his improvised sycamore tree the Jesus he knew so well, turned to his mother "look mom, it's Jesus, shall we pray to Him?" And, without waiting for an answer, he began with his ragged tongue: "pade nuestro..."
And all around him, men, women of all ages and gummed-up teenagers joined in that Our Father, initiated by a child, one of those whose heart still belongs more to heaven than to earth. A child's prayer sprang from dozens of throats and filled a square in Seville.
And in the house of God, that half-learned prayer, watered by the tears of many pairs of eyes, adorned the Savior's departure on the way to the Cross and would be for God an unforgettable consolation, a song of salvation.
Director of Omnes. Degree in Communication, with more than 15 years of experience in Church communication. She has collaborated in media such as COPE or RNE.
