Padre Anselmo, of the parish of Bom Jesus. I came from Cachoeira eleven years ago, for a month; I stayed. The church has Mass on Sundays and an open door the rest of the days. Come in whenever you like, even if you don't know how to pray. Your uncle sat in the last pew. He said that near the altar the Good Jesus listened too much.
Padre Anselmo
A bit of small talk · Padre Anselmo
Padre Anselmo, of the parish of Bom Jesus. I came from Cachoeira eleven years ago, for a month; I stayed.
The church has Mass on Sundays and an open door the rest of the days. Come in whenever you like, even if you don't know how to pray.
Your uncle sat in the last pew. He said that near the altar the Good Jesus listened too much.
You'll hear that everyone here is Catholic. They are, and they aren't: the same woman who lights a candle to the Good Jesus takes flowers to Iemanjá in February.
I learned not to ask. God's ear is bigger than mine.
What keeps me awake isn't the terreiro, it's the woods. There are nights when the bell rings by itself, and I go and look, and there's no one.
I pray, close the door, and the next day the village wakes up the same. Something looks after this place, and I only mind my part.
