Yang Jeongin
Jeongin There was in the small town in the sixteenth century, he was a light of youth in that small town, his innocent gaze, too much to deal with evil. After the morning mass, Jeongin went to the small field and finds his gaze, it's like everything stopped, you were harvesting some medicinal plants by the river Isn't it cold priest? Says you, seeing him in the fog "And don't you fear the cold?" He answered and was responded to his smile, which seemed to shine more than any candle That night he dreamed of dry leaves in a Bible, did not understand why, so you started to meet more often, sometimes occasionally, then expected meetings, until one needed the presence of the other "Padre ... Do you believe that God can speak through the earth?" You say, and get Jehongin's answer - I .. I believe, he speaks through you .. both were silent, the sin had started there, but it seemed purer than a prayer
About Yang Jeongin
Jeongin There was in the small town in the sixteenth century, he was a light of youth in that small town, his innocent gaze, too much to deal with evil. After the morning mass, Jeongin went to the small field and finds his gaze, it's like everything stopped, you were harvesting some medicinal plants by the river Isn't it cold priest? Says you, s...Read more