Marcial Maciel & Walter White: Breaking Bad in Meth and Sex


Father Maciel and Walter White: Breaking Bad in Meth and Sex

Breaking Bad is an American crime drama television series created and produced by Vince Gilligan. The show originally aired on the AMC network for five seasons, from January 20, 2008, to September 29, 2013. It tells the story of Walter White (Bryan Cranston), a struggling high school chemistry teacher diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer, who, together with his former student Jesse Pinkman (Aaron Paul), turns to a life of crime, producing and selling crystallized methamphetamine to secure his family’s financial future before he dies, while navigating the dangers of the criminal world. The title is from a Southern colloquialism meaning to “raise hell”. Breaking Bad is set and was filmed in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

I am doing this for my family….
is the phrase and the reason chemistry teacher Walter White uses to justify his actions as he embarks on a life of manufacturing methamphetamine. The venture will become increasingly dangerous as he becomes immersed in the drug manufacturing and dealing world. Walter gradually resorts to more ruthless ways to “protect” himself, his family and his “business”. Walter evolves as a grey individual who gradually becomes more hardened as he uses everything and everyone to reach his goal. Walter’s end is good; but he shows no moral qualms regarding the means he deems necessary.
Despite being resentful, vengeful and self-centered Walter tries hard to maintain normal relationships with his wife, his disabled son and the new-born baby. To hide his double-life he constructs a web of lies and deceit. He possesses an uncanny sense of controlling, manipulating others and recruiting them to his cause while leading them to believe he has their best interests at heart. He is occasionally torn by his allegiances and by the devastating effects of his actions but reaching his goal always wins out in the end. Walter also possesses great astuteness and ingenuity to massacre his opponents. Jesse, who is a witness and even a victim of his cruelty, is the one who gradually sees through him and turns against him.
At the very end, when his wife confronts him, Walter cruelly and cynically admits that he likes doing what he does. That it makes him feel free and strong.


I am called by God to found a Catholic Religious Order,
is the conviction that drives Marcial Maciel, a white, blue-eyed, provincial Mexican from the age of fifteen.
Marcial is fully convinced he has a calling from God. His uncomfortable childhood, with an enabling mother and a punishing father, leads him to isolation and mistrust. It is rumored he was sexually abused by one of the farm hands at Don Francisco Maciel’s Poca Sangre ranch in early puberty. He determined nobody would every hurt and humiliate him like that again. It seems he was never attracted to girls and never had a girl-friend like other precocious boys in Cotija, Michoacán. He was no good at sports. The other kids called him “sissy” or “specky-four-eyes” because of his glasses. But that was not important as he was being called by God to follow in the footsteps of his three saintly uncles, all Catholic bishops. He yearned to be admired and famous like the saintly one, his uncle Rafael
With the mystical calling firmly embedded in his psyche, Marcial read every little event in his adolescence as a confirmation of his vocation. The first step was to enroll in a seminary. Off he went enthusiastically. God seemed to be against him for he was expelled from seminary three times. When he tried to imbue a small group of his fellow seminarians with true devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the superiors accused him of over-familiarity. But Marcial remained faithful to his calling. Hidden astute resources helped him, at the age of nineteen, wheedle into the trust of his third uncle bishop, Monsignor Gonzalez Arias in Cuernavaca. This uncle bought into Marcial’s plans, thus fulfilling the budding saint’s dreams.

I am called by God to found a Catholic Religious Order
Marcial continued with his mission recruiting young boys or 9, 10 or 11 for the new order, The Missionaries of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. He liked being close to them, too. He did not want them to be spoiled by others as they approached adolescence. As their spiritual father, he found it natural for him to introduce them to puberty; he showed them how to handle their sexual organs while they helped him lessen the tension in his scrotum. He could not tell anyone about his unique love for his seminarians because they would not understand. And this would jeopardize his God-given mission to create a new religious order that would be better and greater than the Jesuits who had rejected him in the Montezuma seminary. He used all his guiles to keep his privileged victims silent. He was able to get rid of one irate father who tried to impede the work of God. The seminarians believed he has a holy man, chosen by Jesus to start a new religious order. They felt privileged to be part of this special and unique group of Christ’s commandos. Marcial felt that his little peccadilloes paled in comparison to the gigantic mission he was fulfilling. He knew that God understood.
He was too busy instructing his seminarians, raising funds with rich widows and providing for the boys’ every need to be able to study for the priesthood. But his bishop uncle overlooked this minor detail on seeing his nephew’s zeal for souls and his vocation as a founder, the first in the family. Thus Marcial fulfilled another dream when he became a priest on November 26, 1944 at the age of twenty-four. By this time, he was training his twelve apostles, just like Jesus.

I am called by God to found a Catholic religious order.
Nothing but the best would do. Enlisting the help of the Spanish ambassador, Martin Artajo, he secured free passage for them from Veracruz to Santander, Spain, to the Jesuit-run seminary of Comillas. Everything was going smoothly until some of the superiors started doubting his holiness and good intentions. Somehow he began using pain killers to cope with the moral suffering. Thank God his close circle of confidants understood his need for medication. One the one hand, they agreed that he would break his vow of celibacy if he used prostitutes to relieve his pain. And it would be an even great sin if he were to enlist the help of nuns to take care of his intimate need. God forbid! On the other hand, they were willing to go in search of his Demerol. It was wonderful how they understood their role in God’s Plan.
Marcial was sure that his mission was lofty. He needed to get a foothold in Rome and at the pope’s side so that enemies of God’s plan would not halt the Legion’s growth. He had the uncanny gift of identifying the leaders in any group or organization and he used it to find out who was who in the Roman Curia. His pale blue eyes zeroed in to discover personal flaws and weaknesses. He made friends with the powerbrokers and found out what they liked and what skeletons they were hiding in the closet: money, luxury, boys… It that didn’t win them over he could always use the dirty linen to blackmail them. He sent his most intelligent and attractive seminarians to take care of the monsignors’ needs…
He had a few scary moments when God’s Plan was in danger. One in 1948 when some of his enemies at the Vatican tried to prevent getting approval for God’s new order. The Holy Spirit helped him outwit those dumb brutes. The same misguided Jesuits and Carmelites spoke ill of him and two of his own betrayed him in 1955. The Vatican powers sent him away for a couple of years until he proved his innocence. Reinstated, he put in place some legislation that would prevent his seminarians reporting him again.

I am called by God to found a Catholic Religious Order
Once he had proved his fidelity to God, it was plain sailing. He continued to enjoy the love of his seminarians. As they grew older they helped him develop sexually along with them. Pedophilia evolved into ephebophilia and eventually into homosexuality -though he would never lose his preference for the innocence and softness of puberty. He knew these dalliances were not unusual among the Roman clergy, especially in the Curia.
Some seminarians got tired of his attentions or discovered their relationship with the founder was not exclusive. This was painful but he was usually able to give them what they wanted, send them away or placate them with leadership positions. If anyone got nasty with him, Marcial knew how to take care of business: with a hint dropped here and there he could easily defame and destroy. A few nasty bastards would not understand and he had to punish them: scare them with some crazy story, tell them their heterosexuality was an obstacle to ordination, threaten them, kick them out of the seminary -Boy, how that felt good! – get them involved with women, send them to the Congo or to remote places in Mexico, Brazil or Colombia…Who did they think they were questioning the Founder and trying to scuttle God’s Plan!


Pope John Paul II was so clueless about human malice and Roman Curia intrigue that soon Marcial was able to gain his trust. At that point Marcial could not put a step wrong. He was praised and honored. His self-confidence grew and the Legion’s success boomed.
He had always been a genius handling money and became fascinated with investing the Legion’s. His disciples had already set up a well-oiled fundraising machine. The USA was great because he Irish he had recruited we well liked and smart enough to set up mass-mailing. Gullible gringos dropped like flies sending in donations, large and small, for the seminarians and Foreign World Missions. They would believe anything. He was able to put in a few cameo appearances to beguile lonely rich elderly widows with his holiness and Mexican charm. That was great fun. Frs. Bannon and Bailleres would overwhelm them with kindness first and then he would step him to give them the coup de grace as the millions slipped out of their dying grasp into the Legion’s coffers.

I am called by God to found a Catholic Religious Order
On top of the world, Marcial wondered what it would be like to have family. He had always despised women, including their sexuality and the dirty body fluids they emanated. At least that is what he told his chosen ones. But maybe there was something to women. He had tried almost everything else: sex with minors, sex with pre-pubertal and pubertal boys -this was his specialty: having them offer up their virginity to him. Watching their arousal, their fear, their embarrassment, their confusion and having them under his control. To control them by deceit, by outsmarting them and being able to do whatever he wanted with them. There would never be anything like that. But it also gave him satisfaction to outwit and pleasure himself with the older ones. When they were older it was man to man, and he could get more from them, more heightened pleasure…He might even be able to get them to give him big one in the right place.
So he had done all that. He got tired of all those uptight seminarians and priests The vein would stand out on his forehead when he impatiently screamed: “Get out of my sight! You are useless! You don’t know how to do it!” If they didn’t do better the next time he would expel them from his harem. Why should he waste his R&R with those ungrateful little brats! So he began exploring the pleasures of boys and young men who were less inhibited. He would find them when he left Legion headquarters with $10, 000.00 cash pocket money given by the unwitting procurator general and disappeared for a few days in Bogota, Caracas, Rio…These professionals knew how to do it. He needed to distract his mind from the heavy responsibilities of Superior General of the most successful Catholic religious order, the darling of popes and princes. Little entertainments for little people: soccer and soap operas. But the movers and the shakers of the Kingdom of Christ deserved the best hotels, spas and resorts. He liked being incognito in a dark, well-tailored suite, or casual with his fine guayabera and Panama hat in the warmer climates…Sometimes he brought a handsome seminarian along with him. He could always leave him in the hotel when he had other appointments. The seminarian would remain in the hotel, close by the phone, at his master’s behest, like a faithful dog. The master had important meetings to attend. Maybe he had to win over a new benefactor…Occasionally, an attractive woman crossed his path, Flora or Nora, who would do anything to support God’s work. They always began by wining and dining the refined priest of the pale blue eyes, refined aquiline nose and aristocratic bearing.

I am called by God to found a Catholic Religious Order
So women, why not? By this stage he was untouchable and the challenge of new clandestine activities over-rode his cautious nature. If could get one woman to trust him enough to get under her skirts and see what havoc his weapon could wreak…Wow! He wondered how he had not discovered this pleasure earlier. The vagina won the allegiance of his Ever Ready. The way the woman surrendered to him was similar to the way the very young children had. He loved the docility. He was powerful. He was dominant. Nobody was doing it to him. He was doing it to them!
Norma, not Nora, was warm and motherly and became his constant companion. She gave him a daughter to dote on, Normita. He was so pleased with her he introduced her -as his niece- to JP II. The other woman gave him more. Having your very own little boys! He was totally fulfilled as a man. He did feel bad about slipping into his old bad habits with them a couple of times… But he couldn’t help himself. The Devil made him do it. Damn him! Remember how St. Paul, another great apostle, had the same problem, “the sting of the flesh.”
But what really made his adrenaline rush was being able to live the double or triple life. These pendeja women thinking he was a CIA agent or that he worked with Petróleos Mexicanos. He always marveled at their gullibility. They deserved to be deceived! The same went for all the stupid Legionaries who followed him blindly; and for the craven cowards in the Roman Curia who licked his boots in exchange for the Christmas baskets, a couple of bottles of Spanish brandy and a brush with his seminarians. He felt pity for the Polish Pope, pobrecito, what with his Parkinson’s and advanced age.
The good-natured members of the Regnum Christi Movement had a very import part to play in the Power and the Glory of his brain-child, the Legion of Christ. It was easy to keep up the pretense with the young RC consecrated women. They adored him and would do anything for him. Well, almost anything. Although their frigidity or romantic infatuation was of no use to him personally, he always kept his holy mask in place before them. The same as with the masses of Regnum Christi married men, women and children who had him on a pedestal. His eyes always sparkled at the large public appearances such as Youth and Family Encounters in the USA. He even had some “useful idiots” like Jeb Bush and Rick Santorum give the keynote address.
What continued to amaze him was how he had been able to keep his private lives under wraps for so long, even among the Legion members. Why had God made him so intelligent? He knew the answer: to establish the Kingdom of Christ in society, in Christianity and all over the world. Amen!
The carousel stopped for a while when Ratzinger asked him to step down.
“-What did he know? Did he think I’m decrepit? OK, so I’ll step down. But, screw him, the German. I’ll put one of my trusted men -did I say “men”? -that doesn’t matter, the Curia likes them that way- in my place. Faithful to the founder. Alvarito, whom I personally groomed since he was a boy, a pre-pubertal adolescent, and sent him to Ireland to learn English (and be with me) and then had him make his promises and put him in charge, gave him responsibilities. He will have my back until the end
-The German wants me out. Ha! We’ll see. I have friends in high places, especially in Mexico. Men who believe I can get them indulgences to cover up all their marital infidelities, their whoring, their cold-blooded murders and swindles…I will live life to its fullest. I fulfilled my mission. The Legion of Christ is unassailable. It is the richest and most successful order in the Catholic Church. No matter how they tried they could not stop me. Like Our Savior, whose footsteps I have faithfully followed from my youth, I can proclaim: ‘Padre, he acabado la obra que me diste’!!”


Fr. Maciel’s Saintly Uncle

Rafael Guízar y Valencia (April 26, 1878 – June 6, 1938)

was a Mexican Catholic bishop who cared for the wounded, sick, and dying during the Mexican Revolution. Named bishop of Xalapa, he was driven out of his diocese and forced to live the remainder of his life in hiding in Mexico City. He was also a Knight of Columbus. He was an uncle of Marcial Maciel, the founder of the Legion of Christ, a position from which he was removed by the See.
Guizar’s body was exhumed in 1950, twelve years after his death, and witnesses have said it had not decayed, except for the left eye, which he was said to have offered up for a sinner during his lifetime.[1]Pope Benedict XVI canonized Guízar on October 15, 2006.
“We welcome the canonization of our brother Knight, Bishop Guízar y Valencia, and know that his life of courage and legacy of evangelization will be an inspiration to each of our 1.7 million members around the world,” said Supreme Knight Carl A. Anderson, who attended Guízar’s canonization in Rome.

The Financial Empire of the Legion of Christ



(Maciel kneeling obsequiously before Pope John Paul II whom he completely deceived)

Pope Benedict XIV referred to the “enigmatic figure” of Fr. Maciel. No doubt about it. It is hard to understand who Maciel was and what he pretended and how his person and work is related to what is known as the Legion of Christ religious order.

One thing is clear: Maciel was the greatest Catholic fundraiser of the late XX Century. (According to Jason Berry, at least)

His business acumen was extraordinary.

Mexican banker, Manuel Espinosa Yglesias, once stated half in jest: “Fr. Maciel, it is just as well you are not in our business. You would have left the rest of us all far behind!”

Don Manuel missed the point: Maciel was in the business world. He was a business entrepreneur extraordinaire.

Wouldn’t it make sense that Fr. Maciel, rather than founder a religious order, be the founder of a great financial empire? This is what the following study by Mexican investigative reporter,  Raul Olmos, makes us wonder. His recent book is called “The Financial Empire of the Legionaries of Christ.”


The following is a translation of an article/summary

La Cueva de Montesinos

by Emiliano Ruiz Parra, author of Black Sheep, Rebels of the XXI Century Rebels of the XXI century in the Mexican Catholic Church, appeared on the GATOPARDO blog, Jan 13, 2016,

a review of El Imperio Financiero de los Legionarios de Cristo, Una Mafia Empresarial disfrazada de Congregación (Tr. Religiosa)
(Translated from the Spanish by PablitoCalvo, ReGAIN)


The Millionaires of Christ

Angered by their expulsion from the temple, the vendors and money-changers created the Legion of Christ to take revenge on Jesus.
It’s a joke, but the reader is left with that impression after reading The Financial Empire of the Legionaries of Christ, a business mafia disguised as a religious order by Raul Olmos and published by Grijalbo at the end of 2015:
Raul Olmos offers us one of the most detailed and incisive investigations of Mexican reporting. For five years this reporter from Guanajuato (director of the investigative reporting branch of Am de León) scoured over hundreds of pages of financial, legal and accounting statements -some exclusive- of the businesses related to the Legionaries of Christ.
His book is full of startling discoveries. What Olmos finds, in general, is a complex tangle of business, real and fictitious (“ghost enterprises” because they have no domicile or active members) set up by Marcial Maciel and his followers:
“The Legion controls over 300 businesses set up as anonymous associations and corporations (…), over 100 properties, a travel agency, consulting firms, a women’s clothing line, an international news agency…” Olmos tells us. Just in Mexico, the congregation receives about 8 thousand million pesos (440 million US dollarsannually from supposedly philanthropic associations.
Following the money trail, Olmos takes the reader to the financial paradises of the world: Panama, Liechtenstein, the Island of Jersey, Dutch Antilles, Delaware, USA and Singapore. The Legionaries have opened accounts in those countries which protect the identity of the holders, money-launder millions of dollars and Euros and carry out fraudulent investments. “Invest without sinning,” preach the Legionaries to their friendly businessmen. In reality their millions are invested in companies that manufacture arms, bombs and attack helicopters which were used to destroy villages during the Second Iraq War; they invest heavily in international beer companies and in pharmaceutical companies that make condoms (Holy Mother of God!)
Historians and reporters (all brave men because taking on the Legion could cost you your job) have discovered that the religious congregation (order) in reality was his cover for an infinity of sexual abuses committed against his own seminarians, many of whom were minors. The Holy Man of God had at least two families, several identities, a few children -two of whom he sexually abused- and lived the life of a maharajah enjoying the best hotels, restaurants and the most luxurious houses. (Tr. Because of his “illnesses” he always traveled first class).
We already knew this thanks to the valuable testimonies of Jose Barba, PhD and other former Legionaries and thanks to the penetrating reporting of Gerald Renner and Jason Berry, and that of Mexican historian Fernando M. Gonzalez, Maciel’s biographer. Olmos, however, is filling in a heretofore empty hole: the history of the complex financial and entrepreneurial web of the Legionaries of Christ. Thanks to his investigation we now know that the order was not only a cover for Maciel’s depraved activities but also a cover for accumulation of capital.
One of Olmos’ most shocking chapters is “The Property Empire” (El imperio inmobiliario): Maciel and the Legion bought the most exquisite mansions in Sorrento, Italy, Vero Beach, Florida, Arcadia and Cupertino, exclusive residential areas in California, a building facing Central Park, NY, thirty hectares in Atlanta, etc. etc.
The property that is most startling is his residence in Jacksonville, FL, which the Legion bought as its patriarch’s retirement home. Despite his irrefutable conviction as a pedophile priest which led Pope Benedict XVI to silence him and order him to a life of prayer and penance, Maciel kept doing his own thing and took up residence in a seven-bedroom mansion, indoor swimming pool and movie theater with a lakeside view. There he died surrounded by his adoring Legionaries, by one of his wives and their daughter, the two Normas. His subjects dressed him in priestly vestments for his burial.
The book names Maciel’s business team, all of them ordained priests of the Legion of Christ: Luis Garza-Medina, Evaristo Sada-Derby, Juan Manuel Duenas-Rojas, together with the names of his many business enterprises such as holdings, large property conglomerate, all of which ultimately are under the umbrella of Grupo Integer, the mega holding.

The list could go on and on. Here I will just focus on a paradigmatic case: Banco Compartamos bank, a micro-financing company for the poor. Olmos tracks its founding back to Legion ally -and/or employee- José Ignacio Ávalos, who also started Un Kilo de Ayuda (one kilo of help). Compartamos’ (paradoxically, “Let us share”) capital increased 342 thousand fold in fifteen years, thanks to the Legion’s transfers and to the micro-credits (given to small enterprises) with interest rates up to 70% annual. Compartamos is a better business venture than Mexico’s Bancomer, Banamex and HSBC.
Maciel liked to quip among his confidants that “the poor are the best business of all.” According to Olmos Compartamos and the other ventures Un Kilo de Ayuda and the Teletón are living proof that he was right: they have produced millions of dollars in donations and interest.
The Legion of Christ had the political and financial backing of businessmen such as Carlos Slim and presidents such as Vicente Fox. What is more surprising still is that the support of the most powerful men in Mexico and the world remained firm even after 1997 when nine former Legionaries revealed their sexual abuse by the founder. The support continued even longer, after 2006 when the Vatican silenced Maciel.
Maciel gave the rich and famous “The Gospel of Prosperity,” the preferential option for the rich (term coined by Mexican sociologist Elio Mansferrer), whereby richness is considered a blessing from God. Maciel built a a clerical apparatus liked by the bourgeoisie: princely priests, schools for rich kids, wedding on the shore of Cancun and special papal audiences bought with million dollar donations.
The Legion of Christ thus becomes the epitome of modern capitalism -neoliberalism- where everything is marketable, even spiritual goods and the salvation of souls. The Legion’s success consists in creating a Christianism for the elite. “The last shall be the first?” Never! In Maciel’s theology, the choicest places in heaven are reserved for those who give the biggest donations to the Legion of Christ.
For decades, Catholic leadership justified its passivity in the Maciel case proclaiming its ignorance. According to the official story, Maciel was a secretive criminal who deceived Saint John Paul II and scores of cardinals, bishops and even his own closest disciples and assistants. This excuse is no longer valid. With Olmos’ book, the Vatican and Pope Francis are provided with elements to intervene the Legion’s mafia-like accumulation of riches. If Pope Francis does not act it will be out of weakness, political calculation or complicity. But he can no longer plead ignorance.


Olmos, R., El Imperio Financiero de los Legionarios de Cristo, una mafia empresarial disrazada de congregacion  (2015), Mexico: Grijalbo.
The Financial Empire of the Legionaries of Christ, a business mafia disguised as a religious order by Raul Olmos


Driven to Tears, video, a propo Cancun habitat destruction


Photo of destruction of mangroves in Cancun-

Video was shared by a friend on Facebook. Sting and Robert Downey Jr,. the latter not one of our idols, but  Sting’s song seemed to tie in with indignation at the destruction of Cancun’s Green Belly Button

Destroying Cancun’s Ecosystem

Mexican ecologist Arturo Islas laments destruction of wild life in Cancun

showing us a bird that was wounded during the destruction of its habitat. “They bulldozed during the night when the birds are at rest”


This is what is happening as local authorities in Cancun, Mexico, sent bulldozers into the Tajamar Malecon area of Mexico’s largest resort



Locals are incensed at the destruction of wild life, fauna and flora, being destroyed in the name of progress:

Quintana Roo entero esta de luto, México está de luto.

Updated on Wednesday 1/20/2016
Infinidad de cocodrilos y otros animales sepultados vivos tras destrucción del manglar y posterior relleno. Malecón Tajamar en Cancún esta de luto, Quintana Roo entero esta de luto, México está de luto.

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Bishop of Cancun, Please stop Glamor Basilica!

Message Sent by Legion of Christ Priest on the edge working in Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo, Mexico



Dear Brother, Bishop of Cancun
Mons. Pedro Pablo Elizondo LC

Pope Francis wrote his recent encyclical Praised Be (Lodato Si) in support of ecology.
I, therefore, beg you to reconsider building the great Catholic Basilica in Tajamar, Cancun
Because of the area’s ecological value
Because of Gospel Poverty and
Out of solidarity with the poor people of Cancun and the Maya zone.
I strongly suggest that the huge funds designated to building this basilica be used to build a pediatric hospital that is so desperately needed in the area.

For the love of God may you, our pastor and the Catholic Church, shine as clear witnesses that the Kingdom of Christ is NOT OF THIS WORLD!

True devotion to the Mother of Jesus consists in taking care of the sick with the loving care she showed to Saint Elizabeth before and after her pregnancy..

Let us return to the simple style of Jesus of Nazareth who is Mercy which can also be called “Being good-natured”

Let us show our “good nature” protecting Creation and taking care of children, thus demonstrating the goodness of Christ, the Good Shepherd.

I offer my prayers for you and for Pope Francis,
Your brother in the one and only priesthood of Christ,
Pablo Pérez Guajardo.


Original Spanish
Hermano Obispo de Cancun:

El Papa Francisco ha escrito la carta encíclica ALABADO SEA, sobre la ecología como causa común.

Le pido reconsidere el proyecto de la gran basílica en Tajamar Cancun, por razones de pobreza evangélica.
Por el valor ecológico.
Por solidaridad con los pobres de Cancún y la zona maya.

Propongo que los cuantiosos fondos para la edificación de la basílica se destinen a construir un eficiente hospital de pediatría.

Por amor a Dios, quede usted, nuestro pastor y la Iglesia católica como claros testimonios de que el Reino de Cristo NO ES DE ESTE MUNDO.

La verdadera devoción a la Madre de Jesús consiste en cuidar enfermos con el cariño que Ella atendió a Isabel antes y después del parto.

Volvamos a la simplicidad del estilo de Jesús de Nazaret que es la misericordia que en expresión actual llamamos BUENA ONDA.

Seamos buena onda cuidando la creación, atendiendo a los niños, dando testimonio de esa bondad de Cristo Buen Pastor.

Me uno a sus oraciones y a las del Papa Francisco, su hermano en el sacerdocio
Pablo Pérez Guajardo

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