From what I have been able to gather from the net it seems that people are actually hating or loving this movie, well I fall in the lovers field. This is not the best film of all time according to yours truly, but it is quite well over the average

The film, based on real life, or so it claims, portraits a poweful conflict of the ideologies of the soul. No, I am not meaning communism, the mention of it and the spanish civil war hinders more than helps the story; what I mean is what we think we are made of. By one hand we have the tyranical priest who bluntly tells the protagonist "do not think these are intelligent beings", the children of the reformatory school who despise themselves and the teacher who knows they can be uplifted and will side for them

Is this story true? Brother John is far too psicopathic to seem real, yeah at that time people were more tough with kids, and may God help you if you were a delinquent one, but fact is these kind of people exists exactly as there is a Mother Teresa. The teacher seems too good at teaching and... I'll tell you something, from the bottom of my heart I will not take this movie as a factual accounts of events, but as the real story from the perspective of a child who suffered there; the teacher is probably overpraised, yeah, but know why? Because that guy would eat red hot steel for their kids, because he actually cared for them, and that in the end of the day, it is the only thing that really matters

Sidenote: so some catholic priests are shown in a negative light? The better for me, he who is in the path of Christ must never forget what their duties are.

Amin! You read it right, amin. When I pray I almost always end with amin and not with the ordinary amen. Why? Because it is Romanian for Amen. Now, that would make some sense if I were Romanian, but I am not. Still I have a natural fondness for everything east european, which constitues part of the reason, but not the real one.

Poor people, in the sense of Mother Teresa who I bet my life is a saint :), are not simply people who lack things, but more importantely people who are despised, thought as second class, trampled over, hated, called names at... you get the idea. Now, what happens if people keep telling you robber?, you end up stealing; what happens if people tell you, sometimes by words and often by actions that you are utterly worthless, you end up believing them, and when that happens, when the devil is served in that rotten way, you end up believing your prayers are of a third class of kind.

When I say Amin I try that prayers are understood by God as if they were the ones praying. Ok, I cannot repent from their sins, of course; I cannot choose Jesus for them either, that's something only them, guided by the Holy Spirit can do, but I can be a little symbol for them before God.

When I say Amin I do not only pray for them, but with them too, that wherever they might be, even in the darkest pit in earth, in spirit they will never pray alone.

Hope I made some sense :) Maybe there are things of the heart the less you speak the better they are understood

At first glance Andrews' blog seems all right, I'd only say it is a bit hard to read sometimes, light blue links on dark blue background are taxing on the eye, but that little thing aside it seems an interesting blog, just adjust your browser for bigger text! :)

Yep, I have not been blogging in a while. My grandmother's cancer got worse and on August the 30th she died. I don't want to talk too much about this, maybe later, k?

There's a little children home where I do my pastoral 'practice' and last sunday I overheard this little chat: