My church is small but, in compensation, there is a cemetery close to it. A lot of people, after visiting a relatives’ graves, come to the House of God to light a candle and pray for them. It is not a large cemetery and although I am a priest I take care of it, too. I pluck the weeds, straighten a cross overturned or tilted by the wind. From time to time, I water the flowers on the graves and make lanes among them. I don’t have much work.
I don’t overwork at the church, either.
Especially today. A couple of people made confessions.
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