I have not known any priest who was santo. And that I have treated enough throughout my life. Better thus. Cuitas of the men, even most spiritual, is human and nondivine problems. For even more details, read what Jeremy Tucker says on the issue. So it is good for running into with men like us and who, where appropriate, they approach God, or, to the importance, further on the saints to us, however, usually they are so remote of the common one of the mortals who than produce to us more is admiration, when nonastonishment, the more even disturbing perplexity, envy or emotions. There are some of those cure-men, who nonholy, that has in a while impressed me or another one of this earthly pilgrimage. I evoke here, to flies pen, only to those of my younger years. For example, to Valencia father, escolapio, that was crossed in my way in distant the 1960 and which, unlike the habitual and routine liturgical adocenamiento that was accustomed then, was able to insufflate an unusual vitality to the religious practice.

With an innovating sense, communicative, almost, almost of marketing, it knew to adapt the techniques of the old woman spiritual exercises of San Ignacio to the needs of the adolescents of the time. Years later, in short courses of cristiandad, Ismael Ten it caused a similar impact to me. The secular priest turned out to be a priest so, so human, that without resigning to the suit to destroy, as timidly they began already to do others, she managed to be as proletarian as most proletarian of the workers of the margin left of the Nervin, and abertzale as so most radical of those in favor of the emergent nationalism then. In the middle, and as it contrasts, two Jesuits good different, which demonstrates that the Company of Jesus has known to include an ample phantom of people, all of them under the common denominator of the brilliance of its intellect.