From Spain with Love
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Soccer, or fútbol, is huge in Spain. There are some pretty great teams, with long legacies, and some well recruited talent (both domestic and international). A few tid-bit’s on fútbol in Spain…
I saw this article and video on El País’s website today and thought I would share…The Top 10 goals of 2010.
¡Saludos! To begin with, sorry for the delayed update! I think about you, your family, your needs, and am praying for you always! I am able to serve here because of my senders, and it means the world to me that you’re on my team.
Since my very first day here, I knew that I needed to remember the story of the Gospel on a daily basis. The sacrifice that Christ made for me, the life that I now live, the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, the hope of eternity with Him, these are the things that I want to communicate in my words, thoughts, and actions. I feel like I fail more than I succeed in this, but that’s the amazing thing about grace, right?
In general, we live in community. And in community, we have the opportunity to edify one another and come alongside each other in our different strengths and weaknesses. I love that. I love that my weaknesses are countered by someone else’s strengths. We also have the opportunity to let go of selfish ways and adopt a self-less attitude. In other words, being living examples of Him becoming greater and us becoming less (John 3:30). One of my favorite quotes comes from a family I’m close with, “I am third.” I like the meaning that that conveys.
Student life…There is such a richness of diversity here. Just like you and me, all the people here have their own story and their own testimony of how the Lord is working in their lives. Often times, I stand back, looking at all the languages, countries, cultures, and two things take my breath away.
A small part…I am just one tiny thread in an intricate story of the seminary, its presence in Spain, and the influences it makes with it’s students going out to serve in churches here in Spain, and throughout Europe. I am so small! Our God is so big and to hear about churches, pastors, ministries, etc. from Norway to North Africa, is such a blessing. It feels like a little piece of heaven.
A big part...I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but it seems like I do play an important part in the feeling, and general flow of student life. I’m an administrator, leader, friend, shoulder to cry on, or someone to cry with is more like it, prayer warrior, mom, maid, sister, etc. In many ways, I’m the person that connects the practical with the academic side of life, and vice-versa. One of my greatest delights is talking with the students. Seeing how they are, making sure they are physically/emotionally well and struggling well. Sometimes it’s hard to keep a good balance between studying/life/work/relationships.
A few numbers, just for fun!
Living…I have my own little house on the seminary grounds and its pretty perfect for me. It has two bedrooms, one is mine and the other is used as a guest-room for friends, or girls who want to come spend the night from the main building. There is also a small kitchen with a sitting area. Just like in any living situation, there are ups/downs to living alone. The good thing is that it’s a place where I can rest and I can make it my own and use to welcome others in. I enjoy it most when friends come over to eat, talk, or watch movies.
Life outside these walls…I’ve been looking for a church and I think I’ve found one. It’s called the Evangelical Church of Castelldefels (La Iglesia Evangelica de Castelldefels). If you would like to see the church website, click here. I have also made a new close Spanish friend, Sarai. She’s about my age, goes to the church in Castelldefels, and is also helping plan Misión Posible.
Praises & Petitions:
Thank you for your continued support, sacrifices, and prayers! I would love to hear about you and how I can be praying for you!
Representing you in the Spanish church,
Arista
I ran across this article and it broke.my.heart. This is a huge reality that people are living with here.
In Spain, Homes Are Taken but Debt Stays
By SUZANNE DALEY
MADRID — Manolo Marbán, 59, is still living in his house in Toledo and going to work in the small pink-and-aqua pet grooming shop he bought here in 2006, when he got swept up in Spain’s giddy real estate boom.
But Mr. Marbán does not own either anymore. The bank foreclosed on both properties last April, and he is waiting for the courts to issue the eviction notices. For many Americans facing foreclosure, that would be the end of it. But for Mr. Marbán and thousands of others here, it is just the beginning of their troubles. When the gavel falls on his case, he will still owe the bank more than $140,000. “I will be working for the bank for the rest of my life,” Mr. Marbán said recently, tears welling in his eyes. “I will never own anything — not even a car.”
The real estate and banking excesses in Spain were a lot like those in the United States. Construction boomed, prices rose at an astonishing pace and banks gave out loans just as fast, often to customers like Mr. Marbán, who used the equity in his house to finance a mortgage for his shop. But those days are over. Spain now has the highest unemployment rate in the euro zone — 20 percent — and real estate prices are dropping. For many Spaniards, no longer able to pay their mortgages, the fine print in the deals they agreed to years ago is catching up with them.
Not only are Spanish mortgage holders personally liable for the full amount of the loan, but throw in penalty interest charges and tens of thousands of dollars in court fees, and people can end up, like Mr. Marbán, facing a mountain of debt. Bankruptcy is not the answer, either. Mortgage debt is specifically excluded here.
“Effectively, you can never get rid of this debt,” said Ada Colau, a human rights lawyer who works for Plataforma, a new advocacy group formed both to give legal advice to homeowners and to push for reform of the country’s foreclosure laws. “Other countries in the European Union also have personal debt mortgages, but you can go to the courts and get relief. Not in Spain.”
Several opposition parties in Parliament have been pressing for amendments to the country’s foreclosure laws, including letting mortgage defaulters settle their debts with the bank by turning over the property. But the government of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero has opposed such a major change in lending practices. Government officials say Spain’s system of personal guarantees saved its banks from the turmoil seen in the United States.
“It is true that we are living a hangover of a huge real estate binge,” said Marcos Vaquer, who was the under secretary of the Housing Ministry until a government reshuffle last week. “And it is true that far too many Spaniards have excessive debt. But we have not seen the problems of the U.S. because the guarantees here are so much better.”
Immigrants who moved to this country in the boom years and were the first to lose their jobs in the downturn, like Jaime Abelardo, have been the most severely affected so far. Mr. Abelardo arrived in Barcelona from Ecuador in 1999 with the promise of a job in a warehouse. A few years later, he could afford to bring his family over and buy a tiny apartment. Or so he thought. But within two years, he was laid off. He blames himself for not having been more cautious. Still, he cannot get over the figures printed on the dog-eared papers he has received from the bank.
They say he now owes nearly 260,000 euros, almost $360,000, which includes about 77,000 euros to cover all court costs, including the bank’s, his lawyer said. He bought the apartment for less than that — about 220,000 euros, he thinks, though many aspects of the deal were never clear to him. His wife has left him. His unemployment payments are about to run out. He would like to go back to Ecuador with his four children, but he does not have enough money. “I’m thinking about shooting myself,” he said.
An estimated 1.4 million Spaniards are facing potential foreclosure proceedings, according to Spain’s consumer protection association, known as the Adicae. Recent figures from the courts show that the numbers are rising fast. In 2007, there were just 26,000 foreclosures. Last year, there were more than 93,000. Early indications suggest that they will be higher again in 2010.
A recent Standard & Poor’s report found that 8 percent of Spain’s housing is now worth less than the value of the mortgage, and with prices continuing to fall, experts believe, that figure could rise to 20 percent.
Advocates say that Spain’s foreclosure procedures tilt far too much in favor of the banks, virtually guaranteeing that mortgage defaulters will end up owing large amounts after they lose their homes.
Banks have the right to auction houses in foreclosure. If no buyers appear, as is often the case these days, the bank can take ownership of the house for 50 percent of its value, according to the estimate either at the time of purchase, or at the current time, depending on what the mortgage specifies. The banks then have 15 years to go after the homeowner.
If the banks initiate proceedings at any point, the clock starts ticking again, experts say. In the meantime, the bank can charge interest on that debt.
Montse Andrés Sabaté, a lawyer with Ausbanc, a consumer association that specializes in banking services, says the banks usually charge 5 or 6 percent, but sometimes much more. “We’ve seen 18 or even 19 percent,” Ms. Andrés said.
And then there is the matter of guarantors. Bankers pressed many homeowners to find guarantors at the time they took out the mortgages or when they began to struggle to make payments. Mario Gozálvez, a truck driver, asked his 23-year-old daughter to act as a guarantor when he used the equity in his Barcelona apartment to buy a truck three years ago. At the time, she did not even have a job, and he thought of it as a silly formality. Now, she faces a lifetime of paying off his debts.
“She may not be able to inherit anything from her mother because the bank can seize it,” Mr. Gozálvez said. “No one explains this.”
Early in the crisis, experts say, the banks were lenient with immigrants who had no assets and accepted the property as payment for the loan. But some advocates say they are tougher now. Under the law, the banks have the right to collect a percentage of a debtor’s income if it is above $835 a month.
Santos González Sánchez, the chairman of the Spanish Mortgage Association, says it is the bank’s duty to try to collect. “This helps to explain why our financial entities have not gone bankrupt,” he said.
Personal liability mortgages are common in Europe. But advocates here say that aspects of Spain’s procedures — how quickly banks can foreclose, the interest rates they can charge and the repayment schedules they can demand — are particularly severe. This month, even Mr. Zapatero’s party joined in voting for a parliamentary motion to slow foreclosure proceedings.
Mr. Marbán knew he was in trouble within months of buying the pet store as his business began to taper off. To keep the bank from foreclosing, he gave it whatever he could scrape together. At one point, he sold his car at a huge discount to meet a payment. Eventually, he sold his wife’s gold bracelet.
But it was no good. He could never catch up on what he owed.
“It’s funny, when I finally lost the house, I started sleeping,” he said. “I cry sometimes, but at least I sleep now.”
Lord of Lords by Hillsong UnitedBeholding your beauty is all I long for
To worship You Jesus with my soul’s desire
For this very heart you’ve shaped for your pleasure
The purpose to lift your name highHear and surrender in pure adoration
I enter your courts with an offering of praise
I am Your servant come to bring you glory
As is fit for the work of your handsNow unto the lamb who sits on the throne
Be glory and honor and praise
All of creation resounds with the song
Worship and praise him the Lord of Lords
Hope for me is looking back at the cross. Seeing what was accomplished on behalf of Christ, for us. Hope is being confident about the future. Lately, I have been growing in my view of hope through what the Lord is doing in the lives of the students, administrators, and volunteers of Ibste. I’m in the middle of all of it and have the opportunity to serve others and love others well. Paul writes to the church in Philippians saying, “…if there is any encouragement in Christ, any consolation of love, any fellowship of the Spirit, any affection and compassion, that we would be one, united for one purpose (2:1-2). Any encouragement, love, fellowship, etc.? There is an abundance! He is using the encouragement, love, fellowship of the Spirit, affection, and compassion of His people here to glorify Himself.
Well, Luisa has come and gone, three weeks has flown by! I got back to Dallas, Sunday, August 1st, and Luisa arrived (flying by herself on a plane for the second time in her life, with a layover in London Heathrow (one of the biggest airports in the world and under construction) and navigated through terminals, security checks, baggage claims, and customs officials, to have me waiting for her to come through the International Arrival Doors of DFW airport!) on Wednesday, August 3rd. She left for Madrid on Wednesday, August 25th.
To make it simple, I’ll break up what we did, where we went, and how we served into a more organized fashion…
Week 1: After adjusting to the 7-hour time change, we visited some churches in Denton and got to know some ministries here in the city. One evening, my dad took us to the Mesquite Championship Rodeo and she loved it! On Saturday, August 7th, we helped host a dinner to thank my team of supporters for their prayers and support. Luisa shared a brief powerpoint about the “state of Spain” and also shared her testimony. The next day, we visited Trinity UMC, went to Sunday School, and had a really encouraging time worshipping.
Week 2: We headed to San Antonio area (New Braunsfels/Canyon Lake) and spent some time with the Linskey family who hosted us and introduced us to churches and youth groups in the area. Becky Linskey met Luisa five years ago when she was serving in Úbeda as a missionary and now lives in the Canyon Lake area with her husband and baby. After leaving Canyon Lake, we went to Austin area and visited the Church of Horseshoe Bay where we attended two services and had the opportunity to talk with many members about Spain and what He is doing there.
Week 3: We served with Hidalgo (a ministry that reaches out to Spanish speakers in inner city Dallas) and it was our joy and privilege to share the Gospel, with 60-75 kids daily, talking about the life of Jesus, our need, his death, his resurrection, and the free gift of salvation offered to us. We used some neat illustrations to meet the kids on their level. An interesting thing was that our time with the children was entirely in Spanish, this is significant due to the fact that many children in the apartment complexes speak Spanish as their first language.
Some hard things for a Spaniard in the US (Tx) were…
Some funny things for a Spaniard in the US (Tx) were…
All in all, it was a very fulfilling three weeks. Without a doubt, her faith has increased and she trusts Him more. The Lord did some miraculous things to bring her here, keep her safe, use her, show her more of Himself, and send her back safely. As we were driving to the airport, she said that she would miss the hospitality of the people, the one-stop shopping at Wal-Mart and Super Target, and the country music : )
An abbreviated update…
Since this is an update between updates, I thought I would make it short! It’s hard to believe, but in a little less than a week, I’ll be packing my bags to begin my journey home. For me, this is a good time for reflection/evaluation. I tend to be a thinker so I’m looking forward to processing my experiences this year and sharing the final products with you on Saturday, August 7th! If you did not receive an e-mail invitation, please let me know!
EBV = VBS
The first ever Escuela Biblica de Verano for Úbeda and nearby town Baeza, is history! I hear several cheers – some because we’re finished, and some because of what God did for us. Things went smoothly, of course there are always unexpected things! We had several rowdy and uncontrolled kids attend. But by God’s grace, one boy showed a real change of heart. He even accepted a book about the Bible – he wouldn’t accept a Bible itself. Some visitors were quite impressed by the high moral nature (hence, Biblical) of the lessons and the way the activities met the kids at their own level. The adults that stopped by to see what we were doing, really opened up some new contacts for dialogue. We were able to clearly present the Gospel; so pray that the seeds sown in their hearts won’t be ripped out or dried up and blown away.
On the lighter side of things, I headed up the games and did a little acting. When there are only eight volunteers, it goes without question that you’ll be doubling up on your responsibilities
In our craft time, amongst other things, we made little money-banks, to collect funds for the local Multiple Sclerosis Association.
Thank the Lord with us for his goodness in allowing us to present the gospel and reflect Jesus Christ to the kids. Thank him, too, for the three summer interns who really made an impact with our youth and the EBV.
BCN = Barcelona
It’s official, the Lord has clearly opened doors and answered prayers in a big way. After a good time waiting on the Lord, I know where I’m heading. Next year, I will be serving at Ibste Seminary in Casteldefells, Barcelona.
Hope, this is the word I’ve been dwelling on for the past week or so. It’s going to be difficult to leave Andalucía and start a fresh in Cataluña. The people that I’m surrounded by here, have been my family for the past two years. More than thinking of the hard goodbyes, what has been foremost in my mind are two things:
What God has done in the past is a model and a promise of what He will do in the future. However, He is too creative to do the same thing twice. We have a faithful God but His faithfulness is always shown in a time when we think His faithfulness is impossible, but that’s when it is seen best.
The Lord’s sovereignty is pretty sweet. I’m on the organizing committee for Misión Posible 2011, and wouldn’t you know, of all cities in this country, Misión Posible is based out of Castelldefels, the same city where I’ll be living! His will is p e r f e c t !
RSVP = ?
I confess, I really don’t know what that stands for. But, I do hope to see you Saturday, August 7th, at 7:00PM to eat dinner, share pictures, music, (maybe a game?) and celebrate what He has done this year. If you will be unable to attend, please let me know so that we can meet together another time!
Hasta pronto,
Arista
P.S.If you haven’t heard, Spain won the WORLD CUP!
A Journey…I feel the words that best sum up the past month and a half, are “bible” and “backpack”. For the past month and a half, I’ve covered Spain from north to south, and east to west (literally). I’ve been to planning meetings for Misión Posible, encouraging fellow youth leaders, walking the Camino de Santiago (What’s that?), visiting possible future ministry locations, planning our end of year party at the language academy, working individually with my students helping them prepare for their English exam and turning in my final grades for all 147 of my students. And now we are two days into (the first ever) Vacation Bible School in Úbeda!
Amidst all of the going and doing, so many things change. My mode of travel, destination, even my roles tend to change (sometimes I’m a teacher, encourager, leader, friend, guest, etc.) but what doesn’t change is my identity in Christ. This is a huge encouragement to come back to amidst all of the other things. This is a little piece from Colossians chapter 2 that I’ve been reading and praying through recently.
“…In Him you have been made complete; and in Him you were also circumcised with a circumcision made without hands, in the removal of the body of the flesh by the circumcision of Christ; having been buried with Him in baptism, in which you were also raised up with Him through faith in the working of God, who raised Him from the dead. He made you alive together with Him, having forgiven us all our transgressions, having canceled out the certificate of debt consisting of decrees against us…”
Colossians 2:9-14
Last days of school…The ending of the school year at the language academy was good but challenging. In all honesty, along the way, there were some hard moments with the director, my boss. At a few points, there were some requests to which I had to say a respectful but firm, “No”. These happenings were extremely difficult but it provided a way for me to share why I believe in truth and absolutes. In one particularly difficult situation, the Lord orchestrated the perfect timing for me to read Psalm 16 that day
“I will bless the Lord who has counseled me; You will make known to me the path of life; In your presence is fullness of joy; In your right hand there are pleasures forever.”
Where it all began, El Camino de Santiago…Literally, it’s called the “Way of James”. El camino, in Spanish, means ”the way”, in English. Five years ago, I came to Spain on a summer mission trip to work in an albergue (hostel) for the pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago. This was my first time to serve outside the US and the Lord opened my eyes to His heart for the nations; that all people would hear of His grace, mercy, and justice, and believe in Him. I was deeply impacted by the people I met and spoke with who didn’t have a personal relationship with the Lord. Five years later, almost to the day, I found myself back on the Camino; however, this time, not just serving the pilgrims, but being one of them, walking alongside them, hearing their stories, and sharing mine.
Myself and four others completed the Camino last Friday. We walked about 25KM (15 1/2 miles) a day through the Galician countryside. I organized and planned the trip for the five of us and breathed a huge sigh of relief when all of us stepped off the train in Linares-Baeza (local train station), safely back in Andalucía. Our experience gives testimony of El Shaddai – the God who provides for His people. Major blisters, one emergency room visit (one of the girls slipped and fell, but is doing much better), one subway strike in Madrid, two planes, two trains, many kilometers behind us, and many new friends, we completed the journey for He has been our help and refuge. For pictures from the Camino de Santiago, click here.
I’m We’re excited to see you…I’m wrapping up this year of service and looking forward to what lies ahead. Especially, seeing you! I leave Spain, Sunday, August 1st and arrive in Dallas the same day. The month of August I will be in Texas serving alongside Luisa (one of the youth from our church in Úbeda) in Dallas, San Antonio, and Austin.*
Similar to last year, I would love to see you in person and thank you for your support and prayers over these past months. You are cordially invited to a Spanish merienda in Denton, Texas, on Saturday, August 7th (e-mail invite to follow). Please come have a bite to eat, and hear of His faithfulness and provision over the last year.
I will need your continued support to serve in Spain. But for now, I would just like the opportunity to see you, say thank you, and share firsthand what you’ve helped make possible.
Representing you in the Spanish church,
Arista
*Luisa is raising support to come on a three week mission trip that we’ve been planning over the last few months. She arrives on Wednesday the 4th of August, and leaves Wednesday the 25th. If you would be interested in supporting her, please let me know.
You might be asking yourself, does that mean, “Mission Possible”? And yes, it does!
I’m going to try to better explain what MP is…
Who: All of the evangelical youth of Spain, ages 12/13ish-35ish, there’s not really a limit.
What: A conference to come together, study God’s word, meet other believers, worship, pray, serve, and be sent back out.
When: Easter week, April 18th-24th, 2011
Where: So sorry, but for the time being, it’s classified. As soon as it’s set in stone and out in the open, I’ll let ya know
Why: Because He is worthy, and He is the Lord our God (Rev. 4:11).
But maybe you still might have a few more questions…
There are some things that we just have no concept of in the States. Bullfighting is one of them. Yea, we’ve got rodeos and calf-roping, barrel racing, and even the moments of organized chaos where a calf/goat/pig/other unfortunate animal has a ribbon tied to it’s tail, and then hundreds of children corral the animal in the attempt to pull the ribbon off the tail. Little ashamed to say, I always fell down in the dirt or got tripped
But anyway, back to the bulls. This is an entirely different animal. As a matter of fact, I live next to the bull ring. To buy groceries, meet friends, or go to the bus, I have to pass it. I’ve never been to a bullfight, 1) I don’t think I could stomach it and 2) It’s expensive. I’m interested to hear/see what goes on in the summer with bullfights. Kind of like a sport, it has it’s own season. The season is now through the end of summer. What I do know, is from a few observations: Most Spaniards are very proud of this (except in Catalunya where it has been outlawed) and call it a sport, It’s about a 3-4 hour event always held in the afternoon, and it costs more if you want to sit in the shade. I know this by observing that there are only two ticket windows respectively labeled, “shade” and “sun”. Sometimes it’s not that difficult to live in a foreign culture
Since I’m an ex-pat, many people ask me what I think about bullfighting. Without wanting to disrespect the culture or the person, I usually make a democratic reply saying I don’t know much about it (Which is true. Are there rules? I don’t know. Is there a time limit? Maybe. Is there a uniform? Possibly.), but also that it would probably be hard for me to watch. At this point, it doesn’t matter who the person is or where they’re from in Spain* (except Catalunya), the person begins to explain the beauty and art of bullfighting. I’m kind of wondering if people were taught bullfighting apologetics when they were in school or something because they all say the same thing.
(*Of course, I’m exaggerating a little, no one can make a generalization for 24 million people. )
Here’s my summary of the reasons -that people tell me – why it’s so great and, and, and just so Spanish!
The bulls are bred and born into a lifestyle of lujo (luxury). They are given land to roam freely on for years. They are given the best food. (I don’t know what the best bull food is, but that’s what they tell me.) They are bathed, pampered, and live.it.up for at least 5-10 years. Then one day, they’re taken to a bull ring. And the majestic dance between human and animal is performed on a dance floor of red dirt. Both the man and the bull are given the opportunity to kill and to live. It’s much better this way for the bull to die with honor, fighting, than in some slaughterhouse.
I really can’t think of anything we have in the USA that can be compared to this, a popular event, where you pay to see someone or something die while sitting in the sun, sweating. Here’s an article I ran across this morning…
Spanish Matador Survives Goring by Robert Mackey (link to original article)
Over the weekend, doctors in Mexico struggled to save the life of Spain’s most celebrated matador, José Tomás Román Martín, after a bull tore a six-inch gash in his left thigh on Saturday in the Mexican city of Aguascalientes. The bullfighter, who is known to fans and the media simply by his double-barreled first name, José Tomás, needed 17 pints of blood and three hours of emergency surgery after being gored by an 1,100-pound bull named Navegante on Saturday afternoon.
According to a report in the Spanish newspaper El Mundo on Monday, the matador’s manager, Salvador Boix, said that he was communicating with doctors and was now “out of danger” after the 15th goring of his career. The injury on Saturday was considered the worst of his career, so much so that as doctors attended to José Tomás at the bullring they appealed to fans in the arena to donate blood, The Associated Press reported.
As my colleague Michael Kimmelman explained last year, the number of bullfights plummeted across Spain in 2009,
But José Tomás still draws enormous crowds. For aficionados, he is the last best hope for toreo, as bullfighting is called. Reclusive, a matador of unearthly fearlessness and calm, steeped in history and mystery, he retired in 2002, at 27 and the height of his fame, only to return unexpectedly five years later in Barcelona for what turned out to be the first sellout in 20 years at the 19,000-seat Plaza Monumental.
In a longer article on José Tomás and the place of bullfighting in the modern world, Mr. Kimmelman wrote in 2008:
Aficionados will rightly tell you that toreo is not a sport; in Spanish newspapers, it is never featured on the sports pages. Sport implies a fair fight between willing opponents. Except in the unusual case that a bull is spared for having shown exceptional bravery in the ring, all the bulls die. Even in Portugal, where bulls aren’t killed in the ring, they are killed afterward, a hypocrisy that spares the spectator but not the animal. Every lidia — an individual bullfight between a bull and a matador — is a ritual orchestrated to injure and then exhaust the animal so that it can be more easily killed. Whatever that is (and opponents call it torture), it’s not sporting. [...]
If you’re not Spanish, or not from someplace else where bullfighting is part of the culture, like Mexico or the south of France, you will either approach it with curiosity or you will have decided it is beyond consideration — like dog- or cockfighting, although the crucial difference in bullfighting’s case is that at least humans put themselves, and not just the animals, at mortal risk. A newcomer with an open mind who goes to a bullfight can come away feeling that it is both artful and repulsive, a paradox that again seems to sum up Spain’s attitude.
“The only way I can explain it is to say it is like watching a tiger, going toward it and being able to touch it,” the matador Cayetano Rivera Ordóñez told me not long ago. “Sometimes with a bull you have to tell it what you want, other times ask it, and the magic is that each bull is different.” Then, anticipating the criticism of outsiders, he added: “Often I feel sad for the bulls, and I wish I didn’t have to do this” — now he was talking about killing the animal — “when the bull gives you so much, and all you feel is grateful.”
Blessed God,
Ten thousand snares are mine without and within,
defend thou me;
When sloth and indolence seize me,
give me views of heaven;
When sinners entice me,
give me disrelish of their ways;
When sensual pleasures tempt me,
purify and refine me;
When I desire wordly posessions,
help me to be rich toward Thee;
When the vanities of the world ensnare me,
let me not plunge into new guilt and ruin;
May I remember the dignity of my spiritual release,
never be too busy to attend to my soul,
never be so engrossed with time,
that I neglect the things of eternity;
thus may I not only live, but grow towards Thee.
Form my mind to right notions of religion,
that I may not judge of grace by wrong conceptions,
nor measure my spiritual advances
by the efforts of my natural being.
May I seek after an increase of divine love to Thee,
after unreserved resignation to Thy will,
after extensive benevolence to my fellow creatures,
after patience and fortitude of soul,
after a heavenly disposition
after a concern that I may please Thee in public and private.
Draw on my soul the lineaments of Christ,
in every trace and feature of which Thou wilt take delight,
for I am Thy workmanship,
created in Christ Jesus,
Thy letter written with the Holy Spirit’s pen,
Thy tilled soil ready for the sowing, then harvest.
Taken from, The Valley of Vision by Arthur Bennett, page 60