She was sitting on the last bench of the church, near the exit door. His clothes did not look well ironed, in fact he seemed very worn, broken, almost shredded. His sharp bones could be noticed under his dresses. His gaze was turned to the ground, his eyes dull, fixed.
While singing the songs, she was able to sketch something similar to what would be a smile, but he didn’t sing, she didn’t praise.
- It was clear that there was a distance between his mind and the rest of his body sitting on the bench.
- But after all.
- Where did your thoughts go?.
At the end of the service she rose herself, barely noticing that she was leaving, sneaked into people who spoke aloud, laughed and greeted herself, without anyone noticing, left the hall of worship with narrow, somewhat insecure and imprecise steps. . Left.
After that day, the church was a little strange, the conversations were light, they flew over their heads, they danced in the clouds, there was an air of joy. Men believed in their own strength and power, women dreamed of an independent life and really believed that they had a free life, but in reality, they were all slaves of their own free will.
The joy was fleeting, fleeting and a little artificial. Their relationships became superficial, after all, they could not show that something was wrong, it was not what was expected of those who learned in the assembly.
Time passed and no one missed this lady who had left the church unnoticed. A moment after he left, the church was almost lifeless.
One rainy and wet morning, when Mary Clara dos Anjos, saddened and apathetic, with a mingling soul, entered the church and remembered this lady, she realized that she had not seen her in church in a long time, that she had not heard it. of her in worship, nor in circles of conversation with acquaintances, nor that she was not attending the table with her family. Had she lost so much weight that she couldn’t walk to church?
Mary Clare made Anjos, sat down, folded her neck, slowly lowered her head, closed her eyes and fell silent, then noticed the presence of this lady, Mrs. Oracao, and with her raised her thoughts to God. Ms. Oracao warmed Mary’s heart. , moved the waters, and Mary Clara’s wounds flowed. The more Mary Clare was with Mrs. Oracao, the clearer her mind, the more discerning she was attributed. Mary Clare truly rejoiced in God, her Savior.
Ms. Oracao began to gain weight while Maria Clara walked with her
This girl, Maria Clara, told her sister friend what had happened in her life after meeting Ms. Oracao, and her friend wanted to meet her, together they began the journey of a mysterious time cultivating the soul, began to rip the weeds with wounds that suffocated forgiveness until it became extinct. With the help of Ms. Oracao, they loved the land of their hearts. They sowed the incorruptible seed of the Word of God, and the time came for harvesting, bearing fruit, delicious fruits.
Mrs. Oracao was no longer sitting on the last bench of the church without everyone noticing, on the contrary, now that the entire congregation heard of her, everyone wanted to spend time with her, because they tasted her juicy fruits: a colorful and fragrant basket with fruits of justice, peace, long-livedness, service, worship, forgiveness. The fruits cultivated by Doña Prayer were all good.
He returned to participate in the family tables. She praised the songs sung by the congregation, changed worn clothes for new clothes, gained weight and actively participated in church life in the morning, afternoon and evening, where there was a church member who was with him. It was a job, she worked there, Donona Ora’ao was tireless, exhaling the good aroma of her fruits.
But did Mrs. Oracao surprise even when she taught the community to fight?She, and with Mrs. Oracao, paths were opened, reinforcements were found, and with them came the whole heavenly army with trumpets, a banner and even the general.
Dona Oracao had transformed the life of the church.