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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fagundes Varela'/><title type='text'>A CRUZ - Fagundes Varela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luzeiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fagueiros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esplêndidos orbes, que o mundo aclarais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desertos e mares, - florestas vivazes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montanhas audazes que o céu topetais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abismos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Profundos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cavernas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-7860367574402649700</id><published>2011-12-06T18:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:52:21.488-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcos Rocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ditosa cidade'/><title type='text'>MARCOS ROCHA - Ditosa cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um fenômeno musical - Marcos Rocha, adolescente de 11 anos, interprete dotado de talento musical inigualável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A letra edificante. O arranjo magnífico. Uma tarde de sábado como poucas. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aprecie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mehYtmcmGP8/Tt59naNzzmI/AAAAAAAACCA/8Ot-8nxecTo/s1600/Capturas+de+tela59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mehYtmcmGP8/Tt59naNzzmI/AAAAAAAACCA/8Ot-8nxecTo/s400/Capturas+de+tela59.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clique sobre a imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ditosa Cidade deve ser linda,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse eu iria pra lá agora&lt;br /&gt;Veria ao Senhor frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Cantaria naquele imenso coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veria anjos e querubins ali&lt;br /&gt;Reunidos, cantando hosanas ao Rei&lt;br /&gt;Breve este meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Será realidade&lt;br /&gt;Pois pra lá voarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veria ainda todos os discípulos&lt;br /&gt;Que andaram por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pregando a Palavra&lt;br /&gt;Imagino abraçar Paulo e Tiago&lt;br /&gt;Ver João, Abraão, Isaque e Jacó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irmãos se ficarmos em comunhão com Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Naquela linda cidade nós iremos morar&lt;br /&gt;Veremos o Senhor frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Cantaremos naquele imenso coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seremos anjos e querubins ali&lt;br /&gt;Reunidos cantando hosanas ao Rei&lt;br /&gt;Teremos somente prazer e muita alegria&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nkx1ZHdiEbU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-7860367574402649700?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7860367574402649700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=7860367574402649700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7860367574402649700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7860367574402649700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/12/marcos-rocha-ditosa-cidade.html' title='MARCOS ROCHA - Ditosa cidade'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mehYtmcmGP8/Tt59naNzzmI/AAAAAAAACCA/8Ot-8nxecTo/s72-c/Capturas+de+tela59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-182081328441333478</id><published>2011-10-27T10:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:20:20.213-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sempre vou lembrar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adilson Silva'/><title type='text'>SEMPRE VOU LEMBRAR - Adilson Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sempre vou lembrar, da coragem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do amor, da firmeza e Bondade, a fé e devoção&lt;br /&gt;Da igreja do tempo de Paulo, de Pedro e João&lt;br /&gt;Que enfrentavam a fúria de Roma&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca negavam sua fé de cristão&lt;br /&gt;É um exemplo pra mim, verdadeira lição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu queria ver a bravura dos santos&lt;br /&gt;Em plena arena, enfrentando os leões&lt;br /&gt;Quando mais a fogueira queimava&lt;br /&gt;Se ouvia o louvor dos nossos irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o sangue tombavam nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Chegavam no céu com a vitória nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;É um exemplo pra mim, verdadeira lição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Reaviva tua igreja de novo&lt;br /&gt;Faz Tua chama arder neste povo&lt;br /&gt;Como eram os primeiros cristãos&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Reaviva Tua Igreja de novo&lt;br /&gt;Faz Tua chama arder neste povo&lt;br /&gt;Começando em meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu queria ver a bravura dos santos&lt;br /&gt;Em plena arena, enfrentando os leões&lt;br /&gt;Quando mais a fogueira queimava&lt;br /&gt;Se ouvia o louvor dos nossos irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o sangue tombavam nas ruas&lt;br /&gt;Chegavam no céu com a vitória nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;É um exemplo pra mim, verdadeira lição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Coro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Oh meu Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Reaviva tua igreja de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Faz Tua chama arder neste povo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como eram os primeiros cristãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Oh meu Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Reaviva Tua Igreja de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Faz Tua chama arder neste povo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Começando em meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wUATv2jAhVA" width="320"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-182081328441333478?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/182081328441333478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=182081328441333478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/182081328441333478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/182081328441333478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/sempre-vou-lembrar-adilson-silva.html' title='SEMPRE VOU LEMBRAR - Adilson Silva'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wUATv2jAhVA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6522505704910794311</id><published>2011-10-19T10:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:53:10.449-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jefferson Magno Costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luar de sangue no céu de Frankfurt'/><title type='text'>LUAR DE SANGUE NO CÉU DE FRANKFURT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Jefferson Magno Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Ó lua indiferente e solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;no céu de Frankfurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;No silêncio desta noite gelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;posso ver em teu rosto pálido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;o pálido brilho dos rostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;que te contemplaram pela última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;em uma noite como esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Posso ouvir o silvo dos trens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;sobre os trilhos rasgando a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;com sua carga de corações rasgados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Posso ouvir o choro da criança pedindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;a água que sua mãe não tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;e ver os olhares de desespero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;cujo brilho será apagado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;nos campos de extermínio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Meu olhar sereno sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;que tu és a mesma serena lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;que foi contemplada pelos olhares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;de pranto e adeus daqueles que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;através das frestas dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;vagões dos trens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;viram pela última vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;tua imagem que as lágrimas distorciam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jeffersonmagnocosta.blogspot.com/2011/10/luar-de-sangue-no-ceu-de-frankfurt.html"&gt;continue lendo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-6522505704910794311?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/6522505704910794311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=6522505704910794311' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6522505704910794311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6522505704910794311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/luar-de-sangue-no-ceu-de-frankfurt.html' title='LUAR DE SANGUE NO CÉU DE FRANKFURT'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-7598534794464692129</id><published>2011-10-18T14:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:55:33.474-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adão e Eva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a queda do homem'/><title type='text'>A QUEDA DO HOMEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria bom o homem viver só?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No princípio a tudo Deus criara. Arquiteto do Universo, de forma magistral, planeja cada passo a ser dado. A terra sem forma e vazia. Trevas. Abismo. Mas Seu Espírito se movia. Deus arquitetava. Deus planejava. Deus trabalhava. Deus colocava em ação seus planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao som de Sua palavra houve luz. Água e terra se separam e se juntam. As estrelas iluminam o firmamento. Seres viventes povoam terra e mar. À obra, todavia, faltava-lhe algo... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgaM53uyXYM/Tp2rQAxgV0I/AAAAAAAAB8g/BdDNPbDN3tE/s1600/Colagens37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgaM53uyXYM/Tp2rQAxgV0I/AAAAAAAAB8g/BdDNPbDN3tE/s320/Colagens37.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus se maravilhava. A tudo acha bom. Gosto deste momento. Fico a imaginar Deus se maravilhando das obras de Sua mão. A natureza, as flores, os pássaros, os animais que correm soltos no Édem. As estrelas, a noite, o dia, as águas, a terra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estaríamos nós a nos maravilhar ante todo esse espetáculo diário? Será que o emaranhado de afazeres tem nos privado de olhar para a obra que Deus nos legou e agradecer a cada manhã e a cada fim de dia, quando então podemos repousar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais ousados ainda. Podemos nos maravilhar de nossas atitudes. De nossas ações. De nossos feitos. De nosso trabalho. De nosso caminhar com Deus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem... Se não de todo, tento pelo menos apreciar e agradecer o dom da vida que me foi dado de graça, pela graça, para a graça dEle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus, porém, pensa num ser que lhe fosse semelhante. Que dominasse e atribuísse nomes a todos os seres viventes. Que frutificasse e multiplicasse Sua obra. Eis que do pó da terra cria o homem, sopra-lhe as narinas e o fôlego da vida faz entrar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A ele dá a incumbência de lavrar e guardar Seu Jardim. Autoriza o livre acesso aos lugares, às árvores frutíferas que lhe dará o alimento, apenas uma objeção à árvore do conhecimento do bem e do mal deverá ser intocada. Portanto, ao homem restava-lhe obedecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E o homem vivia seus dias, até que Deus zeloso, observador percebe a solidão em que se encontrava e da parte central do seu corpo, da sua costela, cria aquela que seria sua auxiliadora. Que caminharia a seu lado. Carne de sua própria carne. Ossos dos seus próprios ossos. A varoa, tal sua semelhança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que maravilhoso pensar no cuidado de Deus para com o homem. Mas, eis que a desobediência adentra os corações e aquele a quem lhe fora solicitado cuidar e zelar de toda criação de Deus, desobedece, levado por uma palavra de sua adjutora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Avançam o sinal vermelho. Desrespeitam a ordem primeira. Conhecem o pecado. Tornam-se pecadores. Perdem o paraíso. Tornam-se mortais. Enganados são pelo mais astuto dos animais – a serpente. Ardilosa, &amp;nbsp;irreverente, intransigente, insolente serpente. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele a quem Deus confiara agora não assume o próprio erro – &lt;i&gt;“a mulher que me deste por companheira me deu a comer da árvore... e eu comi”&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foram enganados. Enganaram-se ante as respostas afiadas. Percebem-se nus. Sentem a vergonha do engano e buscam se esconder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É diferente nos dias atuais? Não procuramos culpados às nossas próprias falhas, à nossa própria desobediência?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus pagou o preço de nossos pecados. Ainda devemos persistir?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8YH2zdbY80k" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-7598534794464692129?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7598534794464692129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=7598534794464692129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7598534794464692129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7598534794464692129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/queda-do-homem.html' title='A QUEDA DO HOMEM'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NgaM53uyXYM/Tp2rQAxgV0I/AAAAAAAAB8g/BdDNPbDN3tE/s72-c/Colagens37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-3495496544311983232</id><published>2011-10-16T14:09:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:51:16.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eis que tudo se fez novo'/><title type='text'>EIS QUE TUDO SE FEZ NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; padding-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida, baseado em 2Cr 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho pensado e meditado muito nas palavras do apóstolo Paulo. Não é ele que nos exorta a sermos novas criaturas em Cristo Jesus? Que as coisas velhas podem passar e tudo se fazer novo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que me encontro a maravilhar ante a expectativa de um futuro promissor nos caminhos do Senhor, o inimigo, aquele que anda a nosso derredor, traz à lembrança um passado que insiste e persiste em voltar e permanecer, constantemente. Um passado o qual, Ele mesmo já nos lavou e nos perdoou, mas que o inimigo encontra brechas para trazer a tona lembranças atrozes que nos impedem a caminhada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que não podemos olhar para grandes exemplos que a Palavra nos deixa? Por que não almejamos fortemente colocar em nossa mente que as coisas velhas passaram e que somos novas criaturas no presente? Seria outro Jesus? Estaríamos criando um Jesus adaptado aos nossos gostos e sentimentos? Um Jesus para os dias modernos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A citar apenas alguns casos fantásticos, percebemos ser possível abandonar a velha criatura e nos revestirmos com a nova. Basta apenas uma mudança de pensamento. Uma mudança de conduta. Um querer mudar. Um querer se transformar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-VdMJo77BY/TpsFLtYHRVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/sx0udyWXYBM/s1600/Colagens45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-VdMJo77BY/TpsFLtYHRVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/sx0udyWXYBM/s320/Colagens45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Basta que criemos pontes e não levantemos cercas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não fora assim com o paralítico que há anos sofria de um mal incurável? Não foram perdoados seus pecados, ao invés de ser curado daquela doença?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto, uma palavra a seguir pode nos chamar atenção. Jesus já havia perdoado os pecados do paralítico. Não sabemos quais, agora pede para que se levante, tome o próprio leito e ande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Restava ao homem recém-perdoado se levantar. Exercitar a obediência. Deixar para traz a velha criatura, o velho pensamento, a velha prostração. Tomar o leito da própria sina em que se encontrara por longos anos. Perceber que fora pecador, mas agora podia vislumbrar da plena liberdade dos pecados perdoados. E caminhar. Sair daquela situação que o privara por longos anos de uma vida digna, saudável. Assim o fizera. Um capítulo se fecha ali. Basta-nos apenas saber da obediência do paralítico e dos amigos que o encorajavam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nós? Seríamos audaciosos ao ponto de não medirmos esforços, a despeito dos amigos e o próprio paralítico que adentram o recinto, através do telhado, onde se encontra Jesus e grande multidão, chamando para si toda a atenção?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seríamos obedientes ante Sua petição? Bem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderíamos imaginar aquela mulher que por longos anos sofrera de um fluxo sanguíneo que a privara de uma vida social abalizada junto com os seus, quando rasteja em meio à multidão e apenas toca a orla da roupa de Jesus e sabe que ali seus pecados são perdoados, mediante a cura iminente?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma época em que à mulher nessas condições apenas lhe restava o apedrejamento, dado a sua condição impura de se apresentar perante a sociedade? Que esforço tremendo. Que fé contagiante que faz com que Jesus sinta forças saírem de dentro de si ao ser tocado. Que crença tremenda que brota daquele corpo apagado, que em fração de segundo se transporta de um estágio letal para a vida plena?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sairíamos nós da zona de conforto, o qual estivéssemos colocados, à buscar cura para o mal que tanto nos priva de caminhar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que dizer então da mulher grega, da nação siro-fenícia, aquela que não se intimidou ante a palavra de Jesus quando diz não ser conveniente dar o pão aos cachorrinhos. Podemos imaginar que situação constrangedora? Uma mulher, uma nacionalidade que não judia, ante uma multidão. Um homem de que ouvira falar sobre os feitos, comparada a cachorrinhos? Grande fé! Falta-nos hoje. As migalhas foram suficientes para ver a filha liberta do mal do passado. Eis que tudo se fez novo a partir daquele momento. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que podemos dizer então da mulher pega em flagrante adultério. O apedrejamento fatal. Jesus, contudo, escreve na areia. O que estaria a escrever? Importa? Para muitos sim. Não para o que segue. Jesus sabia do projeto dos homens. Conhecia seus corações endurecidos. A mulher percebia o seu derradeiro destino e se calava atônita, envergonhada, sem ação alguma. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eis que o silencio de Jesus é rompido: - &lt;i&gt;“Aquele que jamais pecou atire a primeira pedra”&lt;/i&gt;. Silencio total. Um a um depõe as pedras ao chão e sai. A mulher se vê só, na mesma posição em que se prostrara. Silente apenas aguarda o veredito final, mas a surpresa – &lt;i&gt;“Onde estão aqueles que te acusam”? ... &amp;nbsp;- “Vá e não peques mais”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não estaria ali selando um pacto de esquecimento? Para Ele aqueles pecados ficaram no passado. Havia uma novidade de espírito a ser vivida, e foi, a partir daquele instante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eis que ela crê e o segue a partir de então. Na cruz a encontramos. No sepulcro lá estava ela a questionar aos anjos – &lt;i&gt;“Aonde levaram meu Senhor?”&lt;/i&gt;. Também a encontramos a lamentar a perda do seu amado mestre. &amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;“Mulher porque choras?”&lt;/i&gt;. É Jesus que lhe conforta. A ela aparece primeiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, ao lado de Jesus podemos encontrá-la todo o tempo. Deu testemunho de que tudo se fez novo. Aquela que prestes se encontrava ao apedrejamento, optara pela vida. Morre a adúltera, nasce uma nova mulher. Imaculada. Liberta do fardo do pecado. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O cego de nascença.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; - “Quem pecou este ou seus pais?”&lt;/i&gt;. Não seria pois Jesus a luz do mundo? Ali a obra de Deus estava prestes a ser manifestada. O gesto de Jesus a cuspir na areia. O lodo formado. O emplastro sobre seus olhos. Uma condição: - &lt;i&gt;“Vai e lava-te no tanque de Siloé”. &lt;/i&gt;Uma obediência. A visão restaurada. Uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;janela que se abria para a vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estaríamos nós propensos a pagar o preço? Afinal, queremos ser libertos dos nossos pecados. Entretanto, seríamos nós perdoadores? Não rogamos ao Pai Nosso para que nossos pecados sejam perdoados? Também não expressamos que perdoaríamos os nossos ofensores? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém, o que comumente ouvimos e falamos é que – eu não posso perdoar tal ofensa. Então! Seríamos coerentes ao solicitar perdão sobre nós, se ao menos capazes somos de perdoar, quando é o próprio Jesus que nos diz que devemos perdoar setenta vezes sete vezes – ao dia? Não significaria perdoar sempre?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao nosso julgar, parece que Jesus estava equivocado. Não é mesmo? E nossa obediência, a quantas anda?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm; padding: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto, se tudo se fez novo, se nova criatura somos em Cristo Jesus, tudo se torna possível sim. Basta apenas um gesto de fé. Um gesto de obediência, para que tudo se transforme. Para que tudo se faça novo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8qEwWqriVaA" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3495496544311983232?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3495496544311983232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3495496544311983232' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3495496544311983232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3495496544311983232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/eis-que-tudo-se-fez-novo.html' title='EIS QUE TUDO SE FEZ NOVO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w-VdMJo77BY/TpsFLtYHRVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/sx0udyWXYBM/s72-c/Colagens45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6692959882361268871</id><published>2011-10-13T08:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:48:59.403-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estamos prontos para a batalha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josafá'/><title type='text'>ESTAMOS PRONTOS PARA A BATALHA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Esforçai-vos... Fazei-o e será Deus com os retos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(2Cr 19:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um homem, em que atitudes boas foram encontradas, ainda que em meio a situações contraditórias. Um homem que buscava separar-se das evidências mundanas e preparar seu coração para buscar a Deus. Homem de oração que tão bem soube reunir sua congregação e se prostrar em terra a conclamar a mão de Deus para a batalha iminente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eis que Deus o coloca em pé, aquieta seu reinado e concede paz ao seu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Era tempo de lutar. O inimigo andava ao derredor. Não se aquietava. Não se intimidava. Não descansava. Não concedia descanso. Impetuoso! Audacioso! Insolente inimigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos de nós podemos nos enredar nas malhas daqueles que nos querem levar às profundezas das paixões mais insólitas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus, contudo, não nos prometeu uma vida de glória, de brilho, de sucesso – ele mesmo sofreu a indiferença, o descaso, a incompreensão, a perseguição, a negação, a cruz. – “&lt;i&gt;No mundo tereis aflições&lt;/i&gt;...”. &amp;nbsp;Entretanto, solicitou-nos para que recobrássemos nossos ânimos. Para que a Ele fôssemos quando sobrecarregados estivéssemos. O mundo era por Ele vencido! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Orientou-nos para que déssemos a outra face, quando reprimidos fossemos. Que amássemos nossos inimigos, muito mais do que aos amigos. Que perdoássemos tantas vezes quantas fosse necessário. Perdão incondicional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabia que não tínhamos conhecimento da extensão de nossos atos. Para isso foi que veio. Para nos tirar da lama do pecado. Para nos dar ânimo. Para carregar nosso fardo. Para que fossemos seus imitadores. Para que fizéssemos Suas obras e mais ainda. Para nos legar a promessa da vida eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teria mentido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Afinal, diz a Palavra, não ser Deus homem para mentir, tampouco filho do homem para que se arrependa, pois bem conhece nossas obras. E se nos arrependêssemos de nossos atos, se a Ele depuséssemos todas as nossas faltas e pecados, Ele próprio é quem nos perdoaria e nos purificaria e seria nosso justo juiz. Ele próprio nos daria a paz. Não precisaríamos ter nosso coração conflitado, nem atemorizado ante as admoestações. –&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;“A minha paz voz dou...”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Josafá, rei de Judá, o qual lhe viera mensageiro a trazer notícias desagradáveis: &amp;nbsp;–&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;“vem sobre ti grande multidão...” –&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;se coloca a clamar pelo socorro de Deus&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que fazemos nós quando grande multidão de contrários nos cerca? Quando nossos opositores apenas conseguem observar nossas mazelas e mais carga negativa ainda nos imputa? Estancamos ou buscamos reverter o quadro tenebroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem! Podemos nos colocar nos átrios do Senhor e conclamar, tal Josafá, a inexistência de forças, em nós mesmos, para o combate iminente. Podemos nos apresentar humildes e fracos –&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;“é quando estou fraco aí é que sou forte”&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;– para que Deus possa agir com Sua força e poder quando lhe pedimos que julgue nossa causa. Podemos levar nossa petição e trazer à lembrança os grandes feitos do Senhor no passado. Por acaso não seria o mesmo Deus de Abraão, Isaque e Jacó?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele responde a Josafá. Não responderia a nós também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Parai. Não tereis que guerrear; ficai em pé para que possam ver a salvação que ora sobrevém. Convosco serei e marcharei amanhã contra seus opositores. Não temais e não vos assusteis”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quer maior segurança do que pensar que Deus está agindo a nosso favor, quando julgamos que essa batalha está perdida, ante a multidão de obstáculos que há anos nos privam de avançar a caminhada em busca de novos caminhos, de novas perspectivas, de novas rotas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois certo é que Ele mesmo nos diz que se nele crermos, estaremos seguros. É de Deus que vem nossa segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Josafá pode desfrutar dessa aliança com Deus num reinado tranquilo, próspero e duradouro. Durante vinte e cinco anos fez tudo o quanto era correto aos olhos de Deus, quando então pode descansar junto a seus pais. Ademais, legou a seus filhos a herança dos bens preciosos de que fora cercado – prata, ouro, cidades fortificadas, o reinado para o primogênito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nós? Devemos nos conformar com a multidão de contrariedades que nos cercam?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é a Sua própria Palavra que nos exorta a não nos conformarmos com este mundo? Sim! Porém Ela também nos orienta a nos transformar e renovar nosso entendimento para que desfrutemos da “&lt;i&gt;boa, agradável e perfeita vontade de Deus”&lt;/i&gt;. (Rm 12:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Josafá teve a ousadia de se achegar a Deus com sua petição e ser ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nos dias de hoje? Poderia ser diferente?&amp;nbsp; Seria outro o Deus de Josafá, quando Ele mesmo nos diz ser o Senhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;– “Não mudo...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(texto baseado no livro de 2 Cr 19, 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-6692959882361268871?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/6692959882361268871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=6692959882361268871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6692959882361268871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6692959882361268871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/estamos-prontos-para-batalha_13.html' title='ESTAMOS PRONTOS PARA A BATALHA?'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8281647750119229541</id><published>2011-10-13T07:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:50:35.343-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustiça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustiçados'/><title type='text'>SERÍAMOS POIS INJUSTIÇADOS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será correto todo tempo buscarmos justificar nossos atos? Não será suficiente saber que para Deus todas as coisas foram feitas? Que nEle somos selados? Que nenhuma condenação há para quem está com Ele? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Temos motivos para nos sentir injustiçados? Somos confiáveis, quando é o próprio Deus que diz não acreditar nem nos seus santos? Bem! Vejamos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não fora Abel injustiçado ao ser morto pelo próprio irmão Caim? Esaú, aparentemente, injustiçado ao entregar a benção a seu irmão Jacó, em troca de um prato de lentilhas? O próprio Jacó não fora enganado pelo sogro na noite de núpcias? A amada dos seus sonhos – &amp;nbsp;Raquel – &amp;nbsp;não lhe é entregue e sim sua irmã Lea. Podemos imaginar que situação embaraçosa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece que a lista cresce. José, filho amado de Jacó, é lançado numa vala profunda por causa do ciúme dos irmãos, depois vendido como escravo a terras estranhas. Daniel é obrigado a entrar na cova com leões famintos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não fora o profeta Elias ante o perigo iminente de ser morto por Jesabel, refugiar-se numa caverna? O que dizer então de Neemias, o copeiro do rei, o grande reconstrutor dos muros de Jerusalém. Não era constantemente convidado a interromper sua obra para dialogar com seus oponentes Sambalate e Tobias? Não encontramos Jeremias a lamentar ao Senhor a insolência dos seus inimigos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que dizer então de Paulo. Açoitado, humilhado, lançado em celas. Pedro colocado em cadeia, com grilhões e escoltas. João na ilha de Patmos. Jesus&amp;nbsp; questionado ante Herodes: - “Tu és rei?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nós? Temos argumentos profundos para cobrar justiça? Não somos sabedores que a justiça somente vem de Deus – nosso justo juiz? Porque queremos então ser juízes de nossos semelhantes ao nos sentir injustiçados? Juízes de nós próprios, quantas vezes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro tinha uma causa – Jesus. A causa era boa por demais. Tinha também oração incessante vinda dos amigos. Podemos também nos lembrar do apóstolo Paulo a dizer que o morrer era lucro e o viver somente para Cristo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Julgavam-se injustiçados? Percebemos que não. Tinham uma causa. Olhavam para o alto. Sabiam que era de lá que o socorro iminente viria. Conheciam o caminho de volta ao lar. Tinham a convicção de serem estrangeiros em terras estranhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O salmista também sabia que Deus era seu refúgio e sua fortaleza. Seu socorro iminente nas aflições&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Sl 46)&lt;/span&gt;. Olhava então para os montes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Sl 121)&lt;/span&gt;. Não se preocupava com os maus. Confiava no Senhor &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(SL 37)&lt;/span&gt;. Era profundo conhecedor das contendas ao seu redor, entretanto, &amp;nbsp;tranquilizava sua alma em Deus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Sl 55).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não seria esta uma afronta e injustiça maior sofrida por Davi, quando clama: &lt;i&gt;"mas eras tu, homem como eu, meu companheiro e meu amigo íntimo. Com quem eu convivia tranquilamente e andávamos em companhia na casa de Deus?". &lt;/i&gt;Era Saul, a quem amava, que o queria morto.&amp;nbsp; Mas a convicção no Senhor era sua fonte maior. Era Deus que o sustentava e jamais permitiria um justo ser abalado &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Sl 55)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando bem... O que é que justifica tanta coisa sem saiba em nossa vida? Tanta questão para encontrar resposta? Ainda questionamos o sermos injustiçados? Felizes somos se o formos &amp;nbsp;por causa do Nome que é soberano sobre todo nome. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/42krod8Qto0" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando bem.&amp;nbsp; – Jota Neto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8281647750119229541?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8281647750119229541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8281647750119229541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8281647750119229541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8281647750119229541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/seriamos-pois-injusticados.html' title='SERÍAMOS POIS INJUSTIÇADOS?'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/42krod8Qto0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1089968108815527145</id><published>2011-10-03T15:10:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:57:43.988-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lance tua rede ao mar'/><title type='text'>LANCE TUA REDE AO MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f0ecec; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro se perdera naquela noite. O fantasma tirava-lhe o sono. A noite era sombria. Silêncio total. A cruz vazia. O sepulcro fechado. Sentinelas a vigiar. Ao longe estranho e minúsculo pássaro, entoava seu canto noturno. Quase um lamento. Imperceptível a ouvidos descuidados, prolongava-se ininterrupto do crepúsculo ao romper da aurora, numa vigília interminável e incansável. Na escuridão ele podia vislumbrar o horizonte, porque sabia a quem cantava. Pedro se angustiava. E rememorava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pedro, tu me amas?" Pedro, tu me amas mais do que aos outros? Pedro, tu me amas?"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sim, Senhor eu te amo! ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;E se entristecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E o som ensurdecedor daquele galo a cantar vinha-lhe a mente as três negações:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Não conheço este homem"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes também nos perdemos em contradições. &amp;nbsp;Levantamos nossa voz quando devíamos calar. Permanecemos em silêncio, quando devíamos falar. Falamos movidos por ímpetos de ira momentânea, o que realmente não pretendíamos falar. Em retórica, ouvimos o que não gostaríamos de ouvir. Recuamos por demais. Avançamos impensada e impiedosamente. Pior ainda quando o discernimento foge ao entendimento dos fatos. Pensamos até em abandonar o barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tal Pedro em alguns momentos, somos ágeis e hábeis em levantar a espada num golpe certeiro, mas nos acovardamos ante um ato de negação. Abrimos enorme brecha ao inimigo insolente e iminente. Deixamos que este cresça. Ao amigo consentimos que desfaleça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil? Sim, mas não para um amigo real e verdadeiro que observa toda a cena, a certa distância, pronto para oferecer um banquete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim! Rompido o silêncio, eis que Pedro sai a pescar. Seria este mais um ato de fuga? Não! Era necessário voltar ao mesmo lugar onde encontrara Aquele a quem por três vezes negara. Aquele a quem jurara morrer. Agora sentia ser necessário para Aquele viver. Ademais, aquele Pedro impetuoso, destemido e corajoso precisava sair da caverna em que se enclausurara – calabouço do seu próprio interior – e ser testemunha viva do caminho que se abrira a todos, quando naquela cruz duas palavras ecoam no espaço, num brado de vitória: - “está consumado”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim! Ali estava consumado o projeto de resgate. O corpo dilacerado, o coração traspassado por fina lança, o amargo fel na boca, o sangue derramado. Todos os pecados perdoados. Nenhuma condenação. Pedro precisava ser o testemunho vivo do perdão concedido às suas próprias fraquezas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes também devemos voltar ao mesmo lugar onde nossa vida estancara. Devemos extrair forças supremas do nosso interior, a fim de nos libertar das correntes de ferro que não nos deixam prosseguir a jornada, em busca de novas rotas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Devemos fazer o caminho da volta ao lugar onde esquecemos Jesus, para sermos alcançados pela Sua imensa misericórdia perdoadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro não vai só. Amigos o seguem e lançam-se ao mar como a clamar por Aquele que os encontrara tempos atrás, naquele mesmo local. Queriam pescar, mas nada pescaram.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que realmente era peixe que esperavam pescar? Ou será que ao mar lançavam a rede dos seus próprios temores. A rede daquele assunto que não se concluíra. A rede de um olhar que permanecera do último instante. A rede das suas angústias pelo vazio que ficara daquela cruz. A rede das respostas para tantas perguntas não respondidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não houve tempo suficiente, ainda que muito conversassem, dialogassem ou simplesmente o acompanhassem. Ainda que seguissem juntos, estavam separados pelas palavras mal interpretadas. Pelas metáforas que precisavam ser decifradas. Três anos não foram suficientes. Agora, sentiam-se perdidos ante o vazio de apenas olhar para o corpo dependurado, dilacerado naquela cruz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos de nós podemos nos encontrar nesses pescadores? Quantos de nós apenas conseguimos enxergar nossas dores momentâneas, quando é o próprio Jesus que nos convida a ir a Ele se cansados e sobrecarregados nos encontrássemos?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembravam-se das palavras de que pedra sobre pedra não ficariam daquele Templo. Mas também tinham a promessa de que jamais permaneceriam sós. Lampejos do derramar do Espírito, incompreensível quantas vezes, lançavam sinais em suas mentes sombrias. Não seria este o momento?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mar estava calmo. Homens se entreolhavam silenciosos. Exauriam-se na pesca. Serviço pesado, infrutífero.&amp;nbsp; Sabiam da vergonha de voltar com as mãos vazias. Mas isso não importava naquele momento. Aqueles homens se lançavam a buscar não o alimento para o corpo físico, mas o alimento para a alma – vazios encontravam seus corações. Buscavam Aquele que se entregara por eles e por toda a humanidade. Ademais, buscavam a si próprios, ainda que não percebessem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, num gesto de obediência, lançam a rede ao lado direito, quando já dispostos a recuar. Mediante estranha voz que clamava da praia, tentam novamente na esperança de um novo recomeço. A lembrança, da jornada empreendida durante todos aqueles anos, aquele timbre familiar, puderam trazer novo alento e as redes voltam repletas de peixes. Repletas de ânimo. Repletas de amor. Repletas de respostas. Repletas de expectativas para a empreitada que se abre a frente. Sem cobrança. Sem censura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro era pescador profissional. Jesus o separa para ser pescador de almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora é Pedro que se coloca frente a frente com Aquele que jurara amar e amava. Era Pedro que nada falava, apenas observava. Era Pedro que olhava para dentro de si mesmo e encontrava aquele que julgara haver se perdido naquele ato impensado – “jamais vi este homem”. Era Pedro convidado a cuidar e pastorear os cordeiros e ovelhas do Seu Senhor. &amp;nbsp;Era Pedro, &amp;nbsp;que se levantava e com a voz empostada e forte se dirige a multidão, cheio do Espírito Santo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro sou eu. Pedro é você. Pedro somos nós. Impetuoso e audacioso em alguns momentos, covarde noutros, arrependido noutros tantos, mas acima de tudo, esperançoso por demais no porvir.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Porque é necessário olhar para os montes e ver que é de lá que vem o socorro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pedro e os demais o fizeram. Não se deixaram ser vencidos. Combateram o bom combate das próprias mazelas interiores. Entenderam a mensagem de que poderiam fazer as mesmas obras e mais ainda. De que se pedissem, todas as coisas lhes seriam dadas e acrescentadas. Não receberam a graça em vão. Entenderam a tempo e o momento oportuno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nós?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos também convidados a lançar nossas redes ao mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;____________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XqpjnNnEL8U" width="220"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1089968108815527145?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1089968108815527145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1089968108815527145' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1089968108815527145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1089968108815527145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/10/lance-tua-rede-ao-mar-inaja-martins-de.html' title='LANCE TUA REDE AO MAR'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XqpjnNnEL8U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-7150827074686300238</id><published>2011-09-29T13:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:28:54.132-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor de pai'/><title type='text'>AMOR DE PAI - Leonor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Molda o meu ser meu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;  &lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Se existe algum mal em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Tira o meu cativeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;O que eu não posso fazes tu por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Pulsa &lt;st1:personname productid="em mim Teu" w:st="on"&gt;em mim Teu&lt;/st1:personname&gt; coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu já não quero ser igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;O velho homem já me fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Tanto mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Restaura minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Restaura minha sorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Nesse Teu braço forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sentir o Teu amor de Pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Olha bem aqui dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Sonda meus pensamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;É mais do que momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: center 212.6pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não Te esquecerei jamais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; 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font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: initial; border-style: initial; line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-7150827074686300238?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7150827074686300238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=7150827074686300238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7150827074686300238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7150827074686300238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-de-pai-leonor.html' title='AMOR DE PAI - Leonor'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QOt0ML4KjpA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-5973208841857827264</id><published>2011-09-27T15:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:22:07.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espírito Santo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernanda Brun'/><title type='text'>ESPÍRITO SANTO - Fernando Brum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/30teSSjIyP4" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos em que não conseguimos entender o que Deus está nos falando, pois o coração sangrando fecha a porta para o entendimento, mas ao clamor - ORE POR MIM - o Espírito Santo vem em nosso socorro.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me veio através de pessoas especialíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;A dor é imensa, o coração ferido, mas é bom ouvir que "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;todas as coisas cooperam para o bem daqueles que amam a TI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-5973208841857827264?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5973208841857827264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=5973208841857827264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5973208841857827264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5973208841857827264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/09/espirito-santo-fernando-brum_27.html' title='ESPÍRITO SANTO - Fernando Brum'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/30teSSjIyP4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-5096861959884396528</id><published>2011-09-16T19:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:06:53.426-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu fui chamado por Jesus'/><title type='text'>EU FUI CHAMADO POR JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me entreguei de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levarei também a minha cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ouvi dizer que há um tempo atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossos irmãos de fé, perante reis cruéis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigados foram a escolher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renunciar a fé, ou então morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;E um a um foram se entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;Pois o Seu Senhor não podiam negar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;E no frio gelado desse lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;Posso quase ouvir sua voz a ecoar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="260" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KiT8cBuaOQ4" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me entreguei de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levarei também minha cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os anos vêm e vão, e o tempo passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a sua causa, não, não morreu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora é nossa vez de abraçar a cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renunciar ao mundo e seguir Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E um a um vamos nos entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda nossa vida depor nesse altar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois quando o Céu se abrir, e a trombeta soar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estaremos juntos, a exclamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me entreguei de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levarei também minha cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo meu Jesus que ouviu me clamor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no meu lugar suportou minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levarei também a minha cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me entreguei de coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levarei também minha cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui chamado por Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-5096861959884396528?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5096861959884396528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=5096861959884396528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5096861959884396528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5096861959884396528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-fui-chamado-por-jesus_16.html' title='EU FUI CHAMADO POR JESUS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KiT8cBuaOQ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8186861810584622523</id><published>2011-09-07T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:39:56.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus é o mesmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><title type='text'>SERIA DEUS O MESMO PARA TODOS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Você já ouviu comentários de que Deus é o mesmo seja qual for a fé que se é professada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Crês, tu, que existe um só Deus? Fazes bem! Até os demônios creem e tremem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;” (Tg 2:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inúmeras vezes ouvem-se falar ser Deus único, mas a prática contradiz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Desperta tu que dormes, e levante-te dentre os mortos... Olhai cuidadosamente como andais não como tolos, mas como sábios... pois os dias são maus”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Ef 5:14-16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Crer em Deus, até o diabo crê. Há deuses e crenças sim, mas só um é o Verbo que no princípio estava com Deus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“No princípio era o Verbo e o Verbo estava com Deus, e o Verbo era Deus... Todas as coisas foram feitas por intermédio dele; sem ele, nada do que existe se fez...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Jo 1:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;As Escrituras nos alertam para que sejamos imitadores de Deus, caminhando como filhos da luz, não nos associando às obras sem frutos das trevas, antes, rejeitando-as, pois &lt;i&gt;“as coisas feitas em oculto, até o dizê-lo é vergonhoso”.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Ef 5:1-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que por desconhecermos e aplicarmos em nossa vida diária as Palavras que Deus nos legou, não estamos nos dividindo em crenças errôneas, quando não atendemos ao clamor de Jesus a nos exortar? &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Cuidai para que ninguém vos faça prisioneiro por meio de filosofias e vãs sutilezas, de acordo com a tradição dos homens, de acordo com as coisas elementares do mundo e não de acordo com Cristo”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Cl 2:8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais ainda: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Cuidado! Que ninguém vos engane. Pois muitos virão em meu nome, dizendo: Eu sou o Cristo, e enganarão a muitos”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Mt 24:4-5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ademais, é o mesmo Jesus quem nos adverte: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Quem não está comigo é contra mim; e quem comigo não ajunta espalha” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Lu 11:21)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que não estamos trocando o Verbo por adjetivos? Ou o Caminho pelos desvios?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cuidado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“... ai de vós, escribas e fariseus, hipócritas! Fechais o reino dos céus aos homens; vós mesmos não entrais, nem deixais entrar aos que querem entrar”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;(Mt 23:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8186861810584622523?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8186861810584622523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8186861810584622523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8186861810584622523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8186861810584622523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/09/seria-deus-o-mesmo-para-todos.html' title='SERIA DEUS O MESMO PARA TODOS?'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1473345684311250816</id><published>2011-09-06T20:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:45:32.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras de Jó'/><title type='text'>PALAVRAS DE JÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico maravilhada ao me encontrar entre livros. Sempre os tenho ao meu redor. Jamais me aparto deles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao adentrar aos textos sagrados, são as palavras que me transportam ao sentir, ao imaginar, ao refletir, ao degustar, ao decompor meu ponto de vista. Momento há em que me permito escrever: dê-me uma palavra e eu componho um texto; dê-me um texto e eu formato um livro.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E são elas, as palavras, que me transportam aos personagens dos livros e é Jó – Homem “íntegro e reto, temente a Deus e que se desviava do mal... o maior de todo o Oriente”. (Jó 1:1,3) – que vem entretecer o texto. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Percebo-me, então, a imaginar que constantemente nos cobram referências: quando vamos adquirir algum bem, quando necessitamos abrir uma conta bancária, quando concorremos a uma vaga no trabalho e assim elas nos são solicitadas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, é Jó, aquele que detinha a melhor das referências, quando o próprio Deus questiona Satanás: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- “Observaste o meu servo Jó? Porque ninguém há na terra semelhante a ele...” (Jó&amp;nbsp; 1:8). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, mesmo que semelhança alguma se encontrasse entre os seres viventes, nem por isso foi poupado ao sofrimento: às investiduras de Satanás, às aflições das perdas sucessivas – &amp;nbsp;propriedades, servos, filhos, por fim, a própria saúde. Mais ainda, ver-se envolvido com “amigos” que lhe traziam mais peso aos seus dias, quando lhe questionavam a conduta imprópria, mediante tantos desalentos. Eram “consoladores molestos”. (Jó 16:2)&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grande temor e desassossego lhe sobrevêm: “não tenho descanso, nem sossego, nem repouso, e já me vem grande perturbação”. (Jó 3:26) &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;dia de sua concepç morte, porlhe sobreviera n&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tinha ele o consolo de Jesus – “no mundo tereis aflições... “, &amp;nbsp;mas extrai forças para dizer: “nu saí do ventre de minha mãe e nu voltarei; o Senhor o deu e o Senhor o tomou; bendito seja o nome do Senhor”. (Jó 1:21)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderíamos até terminar aqui, uma vez que aquela doença que lhe sobreviera não lhe ocasionara a morte. Entretanto, ao mesmo tempo em que maldiz o dia de sua concepção: “pereça o dia em que nasci e a noite em que se disse: foi concebido um homem!” (Jó 3:3),&amp;nbsp; anseia&amp;nbsp; e sonha contar seu próprio drama : “quem me dera fossem minhas palavras escritas, que fossem gravadas num livro, com pena de ferro e com chumbo, para sempre fossem esculpidas na rocha!” (Jó 19:23-24) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria possível aquele a quem devotava sincero temor a Deus, investir-se contra a própria carne, ao ponto de se ver a blasfemar o dia de sua concepção?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, é possível, pois é esse mesmo homem que vem a presença de Deus e confessa que antes apenas O conhecia de ouvir falar, agora seus próprios olhos podem contemplar Sua grandeza; é também esse servo fiel que transforma a sorte dos amigos quando passa a lhes dispensar oração, mas também é esse mesmo homem que pode contemplar a benção que lhe é outorgada por Deus, quando toda sua riqueza lhe é restituída em dobro. (Jo 42:5, 10, 12)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sabemos exatamente o período em que viveu Jó – quem sabe o dos patriarcas, talvez até anterior a Abraão – sabemos ser da “terra de Uz” (Jó 1:1); a idade, possivelmente duzentos anos: “depois disto viveu Jó cento e quarenta anos... e morreu velho e farto de dias (Jó 42:16,17).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eis aqui um dos livros mais lindos e inspiradores da Bíblia. Quarenta e dois capítulos repletos de lirismo, de pura literatura que me permitiram também deixar gravada uma pequena parcela de minha própria impressão. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;inspirado no livro de Jó capítulos 1/42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1473345684311250816?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1473345684311250816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1473345684311250816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1473345684311250816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1473345684311250816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/09/palavras-de-jo.html' title='PALAVRAS DE JÓ'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-412289839834002957</id><published>2011-05-22T16:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:16:39.169-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanderley Cardoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminhada'/><title type='text'>CAMINHADA - Wanderley Cardoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2bdOIw8I3OU" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-412289839834002957?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/412289839834002957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=412289839834002957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/412289839834002957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/412289839834002957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/05/caminhada-wanderley-cardoso.html' title='CAMINHADA - Wanderley Cardoso'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2bdOIw8I3OU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6641882544632555139</id><published>2011-05-16T16:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:42:21.152-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nós somos águias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrebanhador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já te vestiu de lírios brancos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já comeu as sementes da simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;com que o vento te alimentou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já te entregou às vestiduras dos campos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;estas engalanadas todas da singeleza do céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já provou, irmão meu, do fruto escolhido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;o Maná saboroso, o pão santo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;com que te presentearam na hora da aflição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Houve-te já um dia em que, resignado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nada esperou, e do porvir não cuidou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e às horas do princípio da tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;te trouxe e te alegrou o anjo da bondade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;com a oferta da caridade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já chorou em face da injustiça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já chorou porque choravam também os outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já se compadeceu com a dor de outra carne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já desejou curar do mundo as chagas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teve culpa por não ser digno de tal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já foi fácil se colocar no lugar do outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já desejou ser cordial, gentil e benevolente ao teu desafeto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejou já jantar em casa dele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ansiou que ele te tivesse um olhar afetuoso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorou porque foi desprezado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sofreu, teve culpas, por ter sido capaz de desprezar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teve terrível fome e saciou-te com palavras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teve sede e saciou-te só quando ouviu falar de amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já te afincou em projetos de afeto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já te afincou em projetos de bondade que ninguém mais soube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já quis estar com outros só pelo prazer da companhia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já visitou outrem para apenas estar junto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorando se lá encontrou lágrimas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorrindo se lá deparou com risos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como o anseio de comer quando a fome é grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Já te foi muito natural estar condoído?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejou — com que ardentias! — que o fim estivesse próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e, ainda, se alegrou que ainda tanto demorasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;para que muitos mais tivessem a chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, sim, sim, sim, sim, sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vá irmão! Compartilhe o evangelho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Divida a infinita herança dos testamentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As ovelhas sem pastor têm fome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;estão sozinhas, estão com medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As ovelhas estão dispersas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no deserto e têm muitíssima sede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As ovelhas estão exaustas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;elas estão fartas das feras e dos vis tosquiadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seus corações estão feridos pela traição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;com o adultério da santidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As frágeis ovelhinhas estão famintas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As ovelhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;estão desamparadas a espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que a verdade as alimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vá irmão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem orgulho, vaidade, ou pretensão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;seja arrebanhador para o Santo Pastor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O primeiro, o único, o último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E que há de vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O digno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Cordeiro que tira o pecado do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Aline Negosseki Teixeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-2586620729951352599?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2586620729951352599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=2586620729951352599' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2586620729951352599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2586620729951352599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/03/arrebanhador-aline-negosseki-teixeira.html' title='ARREBANHADOR - Aline Negosseki Teixeira'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1278394170416702316</id><published>2011-03-16T07:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T07:02:58.748-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missões'/><title type='text'>MISSÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #110000; 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A cada semana novos itens são acrescentados ao acervo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODOS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;os itens são liberados para download gratuito por seus próprios autores&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(escritores, Ministérios, Ongs, Órgãos Governamentais, etc). Já há alguns anos pesquisamos a internet (evangélica e secular) em busca de material de interesse e de download legal, e reunimos tudo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #110000; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Colabore também com a ampliação de nosso acervo: se você conhece ou é autor de material relevante e disponibilizado gratuitamente (que ainda não conste de nossa Biblioteca), envie o link ou a dica para mim:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sammisreachers@ig.com.br" style="color: #002f44; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;sammisreachers@ig.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3813077391364964025?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3813077391364964025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3813077391364964025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3813077391364964025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3813077391364964025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/03/biblioteca-virtual-servico-da-igreja.html' title='BIBLIOTECA VIRTUAL A SERVIÇO DA IGREJA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8813432508366257592</id><published>2011-02-11T04:40:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:19:58.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o que é ser um verdadeiro amigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><title type='text'>O QUE É SER UM VERDADEIRO AMIGO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Num tempo em que percebemos que o amor entre os homens está a se esfriar; em que os filhos se voltam contra os pais; pais contra filhos (Mt 24:12), será possível encontrar amigos verdadeiros, que não se intimidem ante os sacrifícios, ante as adversidades impostas pelas barreiras das circunstâncias momentâneas e se lancem ao bem-estar do seu próximo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Num tempo em que os noticiários apontam para atrocidades de maridos ceifando vidas de esposas; pais valendo-se de abusos e até óbitos de suas filhas e filhos, professores sendo ultrajados, valores morais e sociais invertidos – o mal em bem, o bem em mal - poderíamos pensar que é possível encontrar amigos verdadeiros, tal qual nos é apontado no Livro Bíblico, quando Jesus, estando em Cafarnaum, é surpreendido por quatro homens que levam o amigo paralítico à sua presença?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O filósofo grego Aristóteles (Atenas 384 – 322 aC) diz que &lt;i&gt;“a amizade é haver uma alma em dois corpos”&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Assim, posso perceber que os quatro amigos do paralítico compactuavam aquela dor. Eram quatro corpos habitando uma alma somente. Conheciam-se na intimidade. Irmanavam-se nas alegrias e nas dores. Eram aqueles amigos que amavam o tempo todo e em irmãos se tornaram. (Pr 17:17)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Os doze versículos do capítulo dois do evangelho do apóstolo Marcos, não se atém a dar nomes: não sabemos quem são os amigos, quem é o paralítico, apenas que demonstravam conhecer Jesus e seus feitos. Creio que sabedores de curas, não se intimidaram ante as perspectivas das dificuldades que encontrariam no percurso a carregar um homem inerte em sua maca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Detenho-me a imaginar a cena: um homem prostrado, seu corpo largado, sua massa óssea, a carne, atribuíam-lhe um peso a mais do que o real. O cansaço da distância – não se prediz qual. O tempo imprimido à aventura. O desejo ansioso, audacioso e esperançoso pela cura do amigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Julgo ser este jardim habitado do qual falara o escritor alemão Goethe quando temos apreço por alguém:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Conhecer alguém aqui e ali que pensa e sente como nós, e que embora distante, está perto em espírito, eis o que faz da Terra um jardim habitado”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ali, junto àquela multidão, bem próximos do Mestre, apresentavam-se cinco personagens, mas um interesse comum – a cura daquele mal que por toda a existência acometera aquele homem: amigo incondicional.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Impossível era, contudo, a passagem. Escribas, fariseus, mestres da lei, vindos de toda parte da Galiléia e Jerusalém, ocupavam os espaços a observar os ensinamentos do Mestre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O que fazer diante dos empecilhos? Retroceder? Aceitar a impossibilidade? Criar situações tais que permitam alcançar o objetivo estabelecido?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;O texto demonstra claramente que uma estratégia fora aplicada e o paralítico, surpreendentemente é colocado frente a frente a Jesus, baixado através da abertura que se fizera no telhado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Seria possível precisar a altura, a força imprimida pela corda, o cuidado para que o corpo seguramente se erguesse, alcançasse o topo e depois fosse baixado até a presença do Mestre, na frente de toda aquela multidão que se esbarrava e ocupava todos os espaços? O tempo necessário para esse feito? Apenas abalizado estudo físico e matemático concluiria a questão, a nós intimida-nos sobremaneira a manifestação de amizade e fé.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Um paralítico, uma maca, quatro amigos. Uma casa danificada, a qual deveria ser restaurada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Esses homens se intimidaram? Não. Dispostos estavam às últimas consequências. Ao preço, recursos eram despendidos; esforços sobrehumanos eram aplicados. Alheios mantinham-se aos aparentes obstáculos: olhavam apenas para a maca e para o amigo - olhos vibrantes, coração a palpitar. Agora, tão próximos estavam do milagre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Vendo a tremenda fé manifestada pelos quatro amigos, imediatamente Jesus se manifesta ao paralítico, “perdoando-lhe os pecados”, sendo prontamente repreendido pelos que se colocavam bem à sua frente, como conhecedores da lei, os quais, pelos seus pensamentos, eram traídos: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;“Por que pensais assim em vossos corações”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Não teria, pois, &lt;i&gt;“o Filho do Homem autoridade para perdoar pecados”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Por nós Jesus pagou alto preço; na cruz do calvário derramou Seu sangue para que viéssemos buscar a santificação, a fim de obtermos a salvação eterna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Já não nos chama servos, porque o servo não sabe o que faz o seu senhor; mas chama-nos amigos, porque tudo quanto ouviu do Pai nos deu a conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Jo 15:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E, diante de olhos incrédulos, mais uma vez, &amp;nbsp;dirige-se ao paralítico e lhe ordena que se levante, tome seu leito e vá para sua casa, sendo prontamente atendido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Paralítico e amigos não questionam, antes, entendem aquelas palavras de autoridade; delas se apoderam e daquele local se evadem, deixando a todos maravilhados. &lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Jesus, nosso verdadeiro amigo pagou esse preço por nós! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;E nós, estamos dispostos a corresponder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8813432508366257592?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8813432508366257592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8813432508366257592' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8813432508366257592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8813432508366257592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-que-e-ser-um-verdadeiro-amigo.html' title='O QUE É SER UM VERDADEIRO AMIGO?'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-4127982331862995936</id><published>2010-10-30T17:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:12:58.622-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salomão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cânticos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Edson Quinezzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a admirável igreja'/><title type='text'>A ADMIRÁVEL IGREJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cânticos capítulos 3:6-11; 6-10; 8-5-9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos fazer uma representação de uma peça teatral dos capítulos três, seis e oito do Livro Cântico dos Cânticos dividida em três atos, onde o personagem central Salomão, vem representar Jesus a surgir no deserto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1º Ato – personagem principal Salomão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Que é isso que sobe do deserto, como colunas de fumaça, perfumado de mirra, e de incenso, e de toda sorte de pós aromáticos do mercador? É a liteira de Salomão...”&lt;/i&gt; (Ct 3:6-11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em cena aparece Salomão e o cotejo que o cerca – sessenta cavaleiros escolhidos, experimentados na guerra; os notáveis de Salomão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A figura de Salomão representa Jesus, o qual surge do deserto – aparece do nada. Ele o único, o alfa, o ômega, o princípio e o fim – o Verbo – e que vem acompanhado dos notáveis – os profetas e apóstolos. Jesus que vem trazer os fundamentos da igreja, simbolizando o Rei, como general, batalhador guerreiro que luta e triunfa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podemos perceber a diferença entre Davi e Salomão. Enquanto aquele era homem de guerra, que vencia batalhas através das armas, este Jesus – aqui representado por Salomão – vence pelo amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2º ato – a noiva, a esposa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Quem é esta que aparece como a alva do dia, formosa como a lua, pura como o sol, formidável como um exército com bandeiras?&lt;/i&gt; (Ct 6:10&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A noiva é a igreja de Deus que aparece marchando. Surge como a alva do dia, o brilho da aura, espancando a escuridão, trazendo a luz, alvorecer da igreja. Surge para ser a luz, o entendimento do Evangelho. Toda enfeitada, sinônimo do próprio Reino dos Céus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela não está sendo vista sob nossa ótica, mas é Jesus que se admira. Ao observarmos a criação a cada passo Deus se admirava; podemos perceber Jesus se admirando e concedendo virtudes à igreja – coragem, perseverança, fé, amor, paciência, simplicidade, inocência, pureza, brilho como o sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que é a igreja senão nós?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem imagina uma noiva vulnerável, frágil! Jesus complementa com um exército destemido, formidável, razão pela qual uma igreja conquistando ruas, bairros, aldeia, vilas, cidades, países; formidável, ostentando suas bandeiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3º ato – arrebatamento da igreja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Quem é esta que sobe do deserto e vem encostada ao seu amado?” &lt;/i&gt;(Ct 8:5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste momento é Jesus voltando com sua igreja arrebatada, ao lugar de origem. É a princesa – Sulamita – que ouve seus clamores:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Volta, volta ó sulamita, volta, volta, para que nós te contemplemos” &lt;/i&gt;(Ct 6:13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É a igreja que se reúne a Jesus no arrebatamento e dele ouve a declaração de amor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Põe-me como selo sobre o teu coração, como selo sobre o teu braço, porque o amor é forte como a morte...” &lt;/i&gt;(Ct 8:6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Precisamos olhar a igreja como Cristo a vê. Se olharmos para nós veremos dúvida, crítica, impaciência, porém Jesus nos olha e nos vê santificados, lavados, em glória e não em derrota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jesus nos vê como obra de arte acabada; como o escultor que acabara sua obra em mármore e diante da perfeição dos traços, ordena-lhe que fale, mas esta fria, gélida como pedra, permanece muda. Nós, porém, obra perfeita ante seu olhar de Pai, ordena-nos a falar e nós falamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somos para Jesus um &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“jardim fechado” &lt;/i&gt;(Ct 4:12). Precisamos olhar a igreja sob a ótica de Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem é esta? Esta é a igreja de São Carlos que está nascendo.&amp;nbsp; Esta somos nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Apontamentos de Inajá Martins de Almeida mediante a pregação do Pastor Edson Quinezzi – Igreja Batista Betel São Carlos 24 de outubro de 2010 – domingo 19 horas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-4127982331862995936?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4127982331862995936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=4127982331862995936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4127982331862995936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4127982331862995936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiravel-igreja.html' title='A ADMIRÁVEL IGREJA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8522178032934996074</id><published>2010-10-25T09:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T17:03:36.347-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o perfume de Cristo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastor Edson Quinezzi'/><title type='text'>O PERFUME DE CRISTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Porque nós somos para Deus o bom perfume de Cristo”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. (2 Co 2:12-16)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Deus está restaurando os céus e nos convida a compor seu jardim, como flores a exalar o suave aroma, porque muitas são as moradas em Sua casa (Jo 14:2) e a nós um lugar está reservado. Podemos até imaginar esse jardim e bem ao centro a árvore da vida; mais ainda nos encontrar nas palavras de Jesus quando diz ser a videira e nós os ramos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Ao nos depararmos com a Nova Jerusalém, e vislumbrarmos a igreja de Deus, que deleite comparar suas pedras a nós mesmos, como pedras vivas. Descobrir Jesus a descer dos céus exalando o perfume do amor de Deus; Ele que é a rosa de Saron e os lírios dos vales (Ct 2:1).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 15px;"&gt;Jesus Cristo, a flor ferida e machucada, mas quanto mais transgredida e moída, mais espargiu e continua espargir perfume no ar - eternamente; até seus algozes podiam - e ainda hoje podem - ser alcançados pelo perfume e serem perdoados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Mas, se os que se salvam são para Deus o bom perfume de Cristo - o aroma de vida para a vida - para os que se perdem há cheiro de morte. Torna-se imperativo, desta feita, que observemos atentamente para não rejeitarmos tão grande salvação que nos é apresentada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Deus também nos convida a fazer parte do seu exército e da Sua marcha triunfal, participando das Suas conquistas, tornando Suas vitórias em nossas vitórias. Assim, seremos sempre vitoriosos se olharmos a vitória de Deus como nossas vitórias. Olharmos de forma mais concreta para essas vitórias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Embora aqueles homens corajosos que edificaram a igreja primitiva não mais se façam presentes, a marcha continua; a causa prosperou ganhou novos adeptos. Somos hoje, como foram no passado, os que &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“manifestam em todo lugar a fragrância do seu conhecimento”.&lt;/i&gt;(2Co 2:14)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Mas se Paulo utiliza de metáforas ao redigir sua carta a igreja de Coríntios, quando diz sermos aromas suaves de Deus ao exalarmos fragrâncias de conhecimento, de vida e de morte; quando nos fala da marcha triunfal das batalhas; se também demonstra seu interesse pelas missões e ao ministério, sua preocupação maior, entretanto, se volta a ausência de Tito, em Trôade, ainda que lá as portas estivessem abertas para o Evangelho, e sai a sua procura, partindo para a Macedônia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Tito ocupava o centro e as preocupações de Paulo naquele momento. E hoje! Qual o dilema que nos aflige? Será que permaneço na igreja ou volto para o “mundo”!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;O texto, entretanto, leva-nos aos desafios da: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;maturidade      – estou preparado para os grandes desafios de seguir a Cristo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;profundidade      –&amp;nbsp; conheço a Cristo para exalar do      seu conhecimento?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://igrejabatistabetelsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/17102010.html"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;________________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida - apontamentos efetuados mediante a pregação Pastor Edson Quinezzi para a Igreja Batista Betel de São Carlos em 17 de outubro de 2010 (domingo 19 horas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;ver o texto na íntegra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://igrejabatistabetelsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/17102010.html"&gt;http://igrejabatistabetelsc.blogspot.com/2010/10/17102010.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8522178032934996074?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8522178032934996074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8522178032934996074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8522178032934996074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8522178032934996074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-perfume-de-cristo.html' title='O PERFUME DE CRISTO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-5385202168864100183</id><published>2010-07-31T10:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T04:52:53.681-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no princípio... e agora'/><title type='text'>NO PRINCÍPIO... E AGORA!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No princípio trevas e vazio pairava sobre os céus e a terra. A terra estava sem forma e vazia e tenebrosa escuridão envolvia a face do abismo, mas... movia-se o Espírito de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na palavra forte, de poder e autoridade, manifesta-se Deus – &lt;i&gt;“Haja luz!” &lt;/i&gt;(Gn 1:3); e houve luz e maravilhava-se Deus com todas as suas criações – luz, céu, água, terra, sol, lua, estrelas, os seres viventes, homem e mulher. Em seis dias a tudo criara e abençoara; no sétimo, enfim, descansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao homem, criação máxima de Deus – sua imagem e semelhança – à sua conta, fora-lhe dado autoridade e poder para reinar, juntamente com sua adjutora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em qual momento, então, toma conta do coração do homem a maldade, a ganância, a cobiça, sendo que a tudo que Deus criara, era-lhe, a Seus olhos bom? E por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não diferente de Adão ou Eva, encontramos hoje situações similares, quando não assumimos nossos atos, nossos erros – “&lt;i&gt;a mulher que me deste por companheira me deu da árvore, e eu comi&lt;/i&gt;!” (Gn 3:12); desobedecemos – &lt;i&gt;“não comerás da árvore do conhecimento do bem e do mal...”&lt;/i&gt; (Gn 2:17); julgamos ser auto-suficientes, ainda que &amp;nbsp;Deus nos repreenda ao manifesto de que &amp;nbsp;– “.&lt;i&gt;.. sem mim, nada podeis fazer”&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; (Jo 15:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E o homem conheceu o bem e o mal, lançado fora do Éden. E a maldade se multiplica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em uma simples discussão entre casais (jovens na maioria das vezes), a mulher fala algo que ao marido desagrada, desfere-lhe um esbarrão, ou um levantar de mãos mais inflamado, ele, aquele que deveria proteger e prover o lar, a família, com sustento material, moral, espiritual, desfere-lhe golpes de mãos, de pés, &amp;nbsp;de faca, de revólver, ou quem sabe o que mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vidas ceifadas em tenra idade, vítimas de inconsequências abusivas por parte daquele que do pó viera. Tivera esfriado o coração do homem, como a Palavra alerta? &lt;i&gt;“E por multiplicar a iniquidade, o amor de muitos se esfriara”.&lt;/i&gt; (Mt 24:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se naquela época a terra tornou-se violenta e corrompida, ao ponto de haver arrependimento de Deus pela sua criação, mostra-se diferente hoje? Ou será que estamos nos apresentando perante Deus como Noés; aquele que a Bíblia diz ser &lt;i&gt;“homem justo e sem mácula em sua geração e andava com Deus”.&lt;/i&gt; (Gn 6:9)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prefiro pensar na possibilidade &lt;st1:personname productid="em haver Noés" w:st="on"&gt;em haver Noés&lt;/st1:personname&gt; que procuram restabelecer a aliança com Deus; Abraãos que intercedem e buscam a formação de uma grande nação; Paulos que mesmo&lt;i&gt; “se pudesse falar a língua dos homens e dos anjos, sem amor nada seria”&lt;/i&gt; (1Co 13). Jesus que veio ao mundo para remir os pobres e necessitados; os doentes. &lt;i&gt;“Não para condenar o mundo, mas para que o mundo fosse por ele salvo”&lt;/i&gt; (Jo 3:17) e, finalmente, que: &lt;i&gt;“Deus amou o mundo de tal maneira que deu seu Filho unigênto,&amp;nbsp; para que todo aquele que nele crê não pereça, mas tenha vida eterna”&lt;/i&gt;. (Jo 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-5385202168864100183?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://retalhosdeleituras.blogspot.com' title='NO PRINCÍPIO... E AGORA!?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5385202168864100183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=5385202168864100183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5385202168864100183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5385202168864100183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-principio-e-agora.html' title='NO PRINCÍPIO... E AGORA!?'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8818340479009640257</id><published>2010-06-20T14:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:12:17.056-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gideão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fique atento quem pensa estar em pé'/><title type='text'>FIQUE ATENTO QUEM PENSA ESTAR EM PÉ: a saga de Gideão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Gideão malhava o trigo no lagar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Estranho não é mesmo? Lagar era o lugar onde as uvas eram pisadas para a extração de seu suco, assim, não apropriado para trigo, entretanto, lá o anjo do Senhor pôde encontrar o “homem valente” e dizer-lhe que “o Senhor era com ele”, dado sua bravura, ainda que se mostrasse o menor na casa de seu pai e procedente da família mais pobre em Manassés.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Gideão, o qual se inclinava a fortes sinais de insatisfação aos dominadores midianitas, sabedor dos milagres que seus pais lhe contara – que da terra do Egito foram libertos - agora se encontrava ali, numa situação de penúria, perante seus algozes, e a questionar o anjo. Porém, ao invés de perceber reprova é Ele, o anjo, quem lhe fala: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;“Vai com tua força, e livra a Israel das mãos dos midianitas. Porventura não te enviei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt; (Jz 6:14)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Já ouvira a mesma voz lhe dizer: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“o Senhor está contigo”&lt;/i&gt;, e denominá-lo &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“homem valente”&lt;/i&gt; mas, mesmo assim recua e pede sinais. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Será que hoje não acontece o mesmo conosco? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quando nos deparamos com as maravilhas que o Senhor faz, através do emprego de nossos sonhos, almejado por centenas, quando a única vaga é&amp;nbsp; ocupada por nós e, mesmo assim, julgamos ser mérito de nossa capacidade e força do nosso braço?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quando nos livra de um desastre iminente em que nosso carro, ônibus, avião, ou qualquer outro meio é todo estraçalhado e ilesos saímos, sem ao menos um arranhão sofrermos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quando a esterilidade nos é diagnosticada pelo médico e pouco depois a maternidade nos é concedida? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quando nosso corpo é acometido por doença incurável, em que exames abalizados demonstram ser impossível reversão do quadro clínico, mas que em novos testes o que parecia impossível tornara-se possível e a cura fora certa? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quando... Quando... Quantos quando mais poderíamos declinar, mas não necessários e mesmo assim pedimos sinais, como se Gideões fôramos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Mesmo assim Deus concede provas – &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“e a mim provai”&lt;/i&gt; (Ml 3:10) – tanto a nós quanto a Gideão. Seria necessário?&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Gideão ousava. Erigia altar a Deus, oferecia o segundo boi de seu pai, ao mesmo tempo em que derribava o altar a Baal; separava trezentos homens para a peleja, conquistava povos dominadores, ganhava a confiança do seu povo, ao ponto de ser aclamado para dominar sobre eles: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“domina sobre nós, tanto tu como teu filho, e o filho de teu filho, porque nos livraste das mãos dos midianitas”&lt;/i&gt;(Jz 8:22), conclamando, contudo, que o Senhor dominaria sobre eles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Mas, ao mesmo tempo em que grandes feitos envolvem sua existência, um tropeço – para si, sua casa, sua nação. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Ao invés de acatar a solicitação do seu povo, apenas se agrada de parte dos despojos, transformando-a em estola sacerdotal, a qual é confundida com ídolo do qual o povo, agora livre, passa a cultuar, valendo a queda irreparável de sua numerosa família e de todo o Israel que ali se prostitui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Enquanto recolhido ao sepulcro de seu pai Joás, em boa velhice, seus filhos perecem ao fio da espada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Contados em número de setenta, dado suas muitas mulheres, suas cabeças são cortadas sobre uma pedra, pelas mãos criminosas de homens atrevidos e levianos, contratados por Abimeleque (seu filho com uma concubina de Siquém) o qual para si almejara dominar sobre o povo de seu pai, salvando-se apenas Jotão, o mais jovem filho, o qual se escondera e a tudo presenciara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O que pensar de um personagem que estivera frente a frente com o anjo do Senhor a lhe falar, a levantar sua estima, conclamando-o homem valente, de repente equivocar-se ao ponto de abarcar para si e seus descendentes amargo e triste desfecho?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Seria a confiança em si mesmo? Seria a soberba? Esquecera que permitido lhe fora as provas? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O Apóstolo Paulo, muito tempo depois frisaria: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;“Deus não se agradou de todos, pelo que muitos caíram... o que pensa estar de pé, fique atento para não cair... não podeis beber do cálice do Senhor e do cálice dos demônios. Não podeis participar da mesa de Deus e da mesa dos demônios”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1Co 10:5/21)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O que, entretanto, podemos perceber é que o Reino de Deus é conquistado através de muita luta, dia após dia, que as tribulações oferecem oportunidades de crescimento, desde que entreguemos por completo nossa intenção na busca da verdadeira conquista. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;_________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Livro de Juízes 6:11/40; 7:1/25; 8:35; 9:1/6 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Bíblia Sagrada - edição Alfalit Brasil 2002&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;na interpretação de &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br 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title='FIQUE ATENTO QUEM PENSA ESTAR EM PÉ: a saga de Gideão'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8301007327441125943</id><published>2010-06-17T15:16:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:14:26.284-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uma palavra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elias'/><title type='text'>UMA PALAVRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quantas vezes uma palavra nos dá a sensação de abandono, de desamparo, de desespero perante um mundo em que os valores parecem estar invertidos, como comumente estamos habituados a ouvir e falar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quantas vezes nos prostramos, adoecemos, pensamos em morrer, mas uma palavra, sussurrada no âmago do nosso ser, faz com que criemos ânimo, e nos levantemos, com força e coragem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Acompanhando as manifestações de fé do profeta Elias, podemos perceber que a presença de Deus se fazia marcante através de várias situações que nos apresentam as Escrituras Sagradas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er alimentado por corvos por um bom tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ultiplicar a farinha das vasilhas e o azeite das botijas da viúva de Sarepta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;essuscitar o jovem filho da mesma viúva, clamando a Deus para que o sopro de vida viesse habitar novamente aquele corpo inerte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;olicitar a Deus para que a chuva não molhasse o solo por três anos consecutivos, ocasionando fome intensa por toda Samaria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;estaurar o altar do Senhor que havia sido derrubado e sobre ele: tomar doze pedras – como se as doze tribos fora – colocar lenha, partir o novilho em dois pedaços, três vezes fazer derramar água por todo holocausto e pelo rego que ao redor se formara, clamar a Deus para que o fogo descesse e de pronto ser atendido ao ver tudo ser consumido rapidamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;atar a espada todos os quatrocentos e cinqüenta profetas de Baal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;olocar o rosto em terra e clamar para que a chuva voltasse a cair.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Entretanto, após tantos feitos, uma palavra, uma mensagem lhe é encaminhada: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“assim se façam os deuses, e outro tanto, se até amanhã a estas horas eu não fizer a tua vida como a de um deles”&lt;/i&gt; (1 Re 19:2); era Jezabel – mulher do rei Acabe – quem intimidava o destemível profeta, que agora chegava à presença de Deus pedindo para si a morte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Quantas vezes uma palavra pode nos levar a vida abundante, plena, mas também pode, ao contrário, nos levar ao medo, à fuga, à depressão, à morte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Penso que Elias não chegou a descrer do poder de Deus para com sua vida; julgo até ser impossível pela proximidade e intimidade, que detinha com Aquele, que lhe atendia por inteiro. Julgo até que, por ser um homem de oração, bem o sabia que sua força não lhe permitiria ousar tanta proeza; também tinha consciência de que somente Aquele que lhe outorgara vida e poder, poderia requisitá-la de volta a Si, portanto, que perigo poderia lhe causar um chamado, uma palavra, uma mensagem. Que mal, poderia fazer a sua vida, alguém que servia deuses pagãos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;O que me permito imaginar, até me sentir no direito de uma opinião própria, decorrido tanto tempo, é que um cansaço, um vazio, uma solidão, um abandono de palavras amigas, palavras de consolo e conforto, oprimiu aquele, o qual abatido, até pelo cansaço físico, esboça um pedido para que a vida lhe seja ceifada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Do contrário, como ser possível? Num instante armar-se de toda coragem perante um rei, que fazia tudo o que era mau aos olhos de Deus, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“mais do que todos os que o antecederam”&lt;/i&gt;, conforme nos relata 1Re 16:30, agora ao clamor de uma palavra querer evadir-se da vida? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Porém, também ao mesmo tempo, julgo ser natural e permissível para Deus, pois embora sendo profeta, era homem, era humano, era de carne e osso como todos nós. Elias tinha pleno conhecimento de que a mão do Senhor estava sobre ele, ao ponto de cingir seus próprios ombros, e se apresentar a Acabe, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“correndo”&lt;/i&gt;, segundo descrito em 1Re 18:46, mas, creio que naquele momento era salutar que ele deixasse o palco e ocupasse os bastidores; retornasse a sua posição de humano comum, com seus temores, necessidades, fraquezas, anseios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez custoso para nosso entendimento limitado tal atitude, porém, Deus conhece a intenção de todos os corações e, se não conseguimos perdoar, até mesmo encarar nossas falhas, nossas imperfeições, Ele nos trata, chama-nos pelo nome, alimenta-nos – no físico e no espírito – acredita em nós, atribui-nos trabalho na Sua seara. Tira-nos da caverna e nos faz caminhar, ainda que uma palavra queira nos deter, tal qual Elias.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Livro de 1 Reis capítulos 17, 18 e 20 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bíblia Sagrada - edição Alfalit Brasil 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;na interpretação de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8301007327441125943?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8301007327441125943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8301007327441125943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8301007327441125943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8301007327441125943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-palavra.html' title='UMA PALAVRA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-7633451678836399381</id><published>2010-06-17T15:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:31:38.803-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacó'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esaú'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o prato de lentilhas'/><title type='text'>O PRATO DE LENTILHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre me percebo tempo demorado a buscar nas entrelinhas dos textos sagrados, entendimento para situações presentes. Procuro, então, &amp;nbsp;abstrair do passado, ensinamentos aproveitáveis para o momento atual; foi assim que me veio forte a mente – o prato de lentilhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Recorri a Gênesis capítulo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="25 a" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;25 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;partir do versículo 20, quando Isaque (filho da promessa de Deus para Abraão) toma a Rebeca como mulher, à qual, porém, sendo estéril, é agraciada por Deus e lhe nascem Esaú e Jacó – os quais viriam a formar duas fortes nações.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E os dois cresciam: Esaú – na graça do pai – se manifestava perito caçador; Jacó habitando tendas, mantendo-se quieto, compenetrado, obtinha o favoritismo da mãe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Contudo, eis que um dia cansado pela caça exaustiva, Esaú chega do campo e depara-se com um belo prato de lentilhas, que Jacó terminara de cozinhar. Pede-lhe do guisado, o qual é correspondido, pelo irmão porém, sob condição de que lhe outorgasse a primogenitura, o qual prontamente se mostra favorável a troca, afinal de que lhe valeria a supremacia sobre o irmão, se viesse a morrer ali mesmo aos seus pés? Fora dessa forma que abjurara a benção a ele concedida através do nascimento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos Esaús podem ser encontrados, que desprezam bênçãos recebidas, mas não conquistadas; posições privilegiadas – em repartições públicas, empresas privadas, comércios, entidades de classe – facilmente trocadas por subornos, falcatruas, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos Esaús dentro dos lares, maridos ou esposas que desprezam bênçãos de sólidos casamentos por paixões irrefreáveis, trazendo dores, mortes, marcas irreparáveis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos Esaús que trocam o ensinamento dos pais, por falsos e enganosos “amigos “ nas ruas. Jovens que se deixam levar pela fantasia do ganho fácil, através do tráfico de drogas, do consumo abusivo de entorpecentes que dizima lares sem conta, do comércio do sexo – da venda do corpo por uns poucos centavos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos e quantos Esaús, tal qual aquele que a Palavra relata, o qual até chegou a se arrepender, mas tardiamente se prostrou aos pés do pai já velho e cego, o qual outorgara a benção a Jacó, minutos antes. Claro que também houve um preço a ser pago por Jacó, mas ele continuou firme na sua proposta, pois sua convicção na espiritualidade de Deus era maior do que sua fome física e passageira pelo guisado que preparara para si.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos Esaús: pais, filhos, maridos, esposas, amigos, podem ser encontrados por todo canto – herdeiros da escravidão, da displicência, do desprezo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Busquemos, pois, nossa primogenitura&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Cristo Jesus" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;em Cristo Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, aquele que nos redimiu da maldição da lei, para que fôssemos herdeiros da promessa legada à Abraão, conforme muito bem esclarece o Apóstolo Paulo quando dirige carta aos Gálatas em especial em seu capítulo 3, versículos 1 à 29.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esaú recebeu de Deus o direito à primogenitura, porém não a conquistou e facilmente a relegou. Jacó porém ousou conquistá-la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #29303b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Livro de Gênesis 25:20 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Bíblia Sagrada - edição Alfalit Brasil 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;na interpretação de &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-7633451678836399381?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/7633451678836399381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=7633451678836399381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7633451678836399381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/7633451678836399381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/06/sempre-me-percebo-tempo-demorado-buscar.html' title='O PRATO DE LENTILHAS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-2022181485579575616</id><published>2010-06-11T17:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:17:51.759-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jocymar Fonseca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fixe seus olhos em Deus'/><title type='text'>FIXE OS SEUS OLHOS EM DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje está na moda ser evangélico. Muitas pessoas tem olhado para muitas coisas, mas Deus nos chama atenção para que olhemos para Ele. É assim que o pastor e autor do livro se expressa, ao dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Coloque os seus olhos em mim. Fixe os seus olhos na minha presença e na minha glória, apesar de toda a escuridão que esse mundo vive nesses dias terríveis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deus quer fazer maravilhas onde você está, onde você vive, por onde você passa... desde que você fixe seus olhos nEle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fonseca, Jocymar. &amp;nbsp; Fixe os seus olhos em Deus. &amp;nbsp; / Jocymar Fonseca. &amp;nbsp;[Campinas]: Editora Cristã Palavras de Vitória, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-2022181485579575616?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2022181485579575616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=2022181485579575616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2022181485579575616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2022181485579575616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/06/fixe-os-seus-olhos-em-deus.html' title='FIXE OS SEUS OLHOS EM DEUS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-5696147299036643224</id><published>2010-04-11T15:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:37:02.754-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Swindoll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudo começa em sua mente'/><title type='text'>TUDO COMEÇA EM SUA MENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Q&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;uando Deus invade nossas áreas altivas, seu plano é transformar nossos velhos pensamentos, que nos derrotam, em novos pensamentos que nos encorajam... &amp;nbsp;porque os velhos hábitos são duros de quebrar".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Charles Swindoll - Como viver acima da mediocridade. pág. 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-5696147299036643224?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5696147299036643224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=5696147299036643224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5696147299036643224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5696147299036643224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/04/tudo-comeca-em-sua-mente.html' title='TUDO COMEÇA EM SUA MENTE'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8272384183899293945</id><published>2010-03-31T06:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:37:53.390-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floresça onde está plantado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Schuller'/><title type='text'>FLORESÇA ONDE ESTÁ PLANTADO - Robert H.Schuller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S7MXZudYUyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4KY7HjNuxKg/s1600/flore%C3%A7a+onde+esta+plantado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S7MXZudYUyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4KY7HjNuxKg/s320/flore%C3%A7a+onde+esta+plantado.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não é o lugar que faz a pessoa; é a pessoa que faz o lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aprendi a viver contente em toda e qualquer situação" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Fp 4.11)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que Paulo está dizendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Já aprendi como ser rico e como ser pobre, a gozar o conforto e a sofrer perseguição. Vivendo e andando com Deus, aprendi que, sejam quais forem as situações, condições ou circunstâncias em que venha a encontrar-me, jamais me queixarei! Confiantemente, procurarei tirar o melhor proveito de tudo e estou certo de que o futuro me será bom".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(Floresça onde está plantado - Roberto H.Schuller - pág. 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8272384183899293945?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8272384183899293945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8272384183899293945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8272384183899293945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8272384183899293945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/03/floresca-onde-esta-plantado.html' title='FLORESÇA ONDE ESTÁ PLANTADO - Robert H.Schuller'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S7MXZudYUyI/AAAAAAAABSQ/4KY7HjNuxKg/s72-c/flore%C3%A7a+onde+esta+plantado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1519360626911127898</id><published>2010-03-20T05:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:22:31.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor real'/><title type='text'>AMOR REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 99pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meus versos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Materialização do meu doar por inteiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como as raízes que não aparecem &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas que dão sustentação às arvores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tocar tuas mãos! Quem dera...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas... Traduzir o toque, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Por palavras posso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aquelas que saem de dentro de alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O desejo da conquista,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me torna valente guerreira;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como semente que cai em solo fértil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Todos os dias marcho para a batalha conquistar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sempre a campo semear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;certeza, mais difícil seja a peleja,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Só o amor me dá!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O amor a tudo vence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não fosse o amor, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Única realidade, nada valeria a pena:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A alma apenas seria pequena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Amor não combina com dor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas... Com partilha... Com entrega... Com descanso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Com semeadura...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O amor tudo suporta... Tudo supera...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Diminui distância... Quebra barreira...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O amor sai do óbvio, ultrapassa limites;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Transforma lágrimas em riso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saudade em versos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O amor é o dom real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É forte... Supera afrontas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sela corações amantes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É semente plantada em solo fértil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que jamais se abala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;versos de Inajá Martins de Almeida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1519360626911127898?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1519360626911127898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1519360626911127898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1519360626911127898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1519360626911127898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-real.html' title='AMOR REAL'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-2658283207045695549</id><published>2010-02-28T15:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:38:12.871-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a viúva e o azeite'/><title type='text'>A VIÚVA E O AZEITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas vezes julgamos que por seguir Jesus nossos caminhos serão facilmente transpostos, nossas portas serão abertas, nosso fardo será leve, nosso jugo suave, mas quando nos deparamos com as aflições, cobramos bom ânimo: algumas vezes a Ele nos voltamos, tantas outras, apenas nos revoltamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não fora diferente no passado, quando a viúva recorre ao profeta Eliseu, ao rumor iminente de que credores viriam buscar os dois filhos para servirem-nos de servos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em sua petição, o argumento inicial era de que o marido lhe fora servo fiel, temente ao Senhor e nada lhe deixara – a ela e aos filhos – a não ser dívidas e uma botija de óleo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Que te hei de eu fazer?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; Atenta Eliseu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes permanecemos silentes em meio a situações adversas, querendo nos valer das próprias mãos, dos próprios recursos, quando Jesus nos diz para a Ele recorrermos. Quantas mais, até nos equivocamos, ao julgar nosso comportamento irrepreensível perante as coisas do Reino. Quantas mais falamos até de forma inequívoca?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele quer ouvir nossa voz, nosso clamor, nossa petição. Mas também quer nossa proximidade, nosso caminhar, nosso coração. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A viúva recorreu ao profeta; aquele de quem ela tinha conhecimento; de quem o marido servira. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“O que é que tens em tua casa?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O profeta não se deixara levar pela emoção daquele pranto, antes  questiona a provisão que os mantivera até aquele momento. O palco não mais era ocupado pela figura central – o marido – agora, a ela cabia suprir as necessidades prementes; era-lhe necessário encher-se de ânimo e coragem, para atuar no palco de uma nova situação. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza, teve tempo suficiente para perceber como estava seu coração, seu comprometimento, seu envolvimento, seu caminho e seu caminhar com o Senhor, a partir daquelas palavras – quem sabe até jamais pensara ouvi-las – mas que fizeram toda a diferença. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A viúva tinha convicção de que o marido era servo fiel do profeta – temente ao Senhor - entretanto, faltavam-lhes recursos materiais e espirituais. Seria por descuido? Por falta de entendimento da Palavra? Sabia que em casa havia apenas uma botija de óleo e nada mais, muito embora também se declarasse “serva” do profeta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Moisés, já deixara registrado em Deuteronômio - um dos seus cinco livros que compõem a lei mosaica – capítulo 28, que exaltados seriam todos aqueles que atentassem à voz do Senhor; que os inimigos que por ventura viessem a se levantar por um caminho, por sete sairiam; por cabeça seriam colocados; a muitos emprestariam, jamais algo tomariam emprestado; no fruto do ventre se veria abundância, entretanto, cativos seriam levados os filhos.     &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos pais, hoje, freqüentam igrejas, são simpatizantes, membros, obreiros, pastores, mas seus filhos são escravos das drogas, das doenças, da prostituição, da homossexualidade, do adultério, casamentos fracassados. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto engano! Quanto equívoco!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A frente do profeta encontrava-se a viúva a prantear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Vai, pede para ti vasos emprestados a todos os teus vizinhos, vasos vazios, não poucos”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vazios estavam seus vasos. O marido servira ao profeta; temente era a Deus, mas, quem sabe deixara faltar o óleo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em casa. Vazios" st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;em casa.  Vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; ficaram os vasos – da viúva e dos filhos – que agora necessitavam recorrer tanto às benesses dos vizinhos, quanto encontrar vasos para serem preenchidos do óleo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fechados estavam todos, julgando que o cabeça suprira a necessidade espiritual do lar, quando na verdade, deveriam estar na presença de Deus – todos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entrementes, ao invés de receber uma palavra de alívio, de consolo, de conforto, é-lhe cobrada uma posição perante as coisas de Deus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Isso é o que nos acomete, muitas vezes, quando estamos passando por situações adversas aquelas que pressupomos melhor para nosso viver. Uma doença em família, uma perda brusca de um ente querido, uma perda financeira, e nos descuidamos do essencial, o invisível aos nossos olhos – abandonamos o único que pode nos trazer resposta, alívio, consolo; mostrar-nos o Caminho. Buscamos o homem, quando deveríamos mesmo era criar intimidade com o Senhor, ao ponto de podermos chamá-lo de Pai – Papai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um Pai do qual se pode assentar à mesa, fartar-se de toda regalia que se coloca sobre ela, manter diálogo franco e aberto, expor-lhe o coração por inteiro, posto que chamados fomos para servi-lO, como filhos, não como servos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Então, entra, e fecha a porta sobre ti, e sobre teus filhos, e deita o azeite em todos aqueles vasos, e põe à parte o que estiver cheio”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Após esvaziarem-se das mágoas, das tristezas, da falta que a presença do marido e pai deixara naquela casa, abrirem os olhos e o coração para se irmanarem a vizinhança – a família espiritual – a sós, os três, começam a preencher os vasos com óleo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Visível se torna o desejo do Senhor para com a viúva e os filhos, não diferente com relação a nossa postura. Ele nos quer por completo, livre de embaraços, para que sirvamos de exemplo, primeiro para nossos mais próximos – os da nossa própria casa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ao nos pedir que adentremos o mais íntimo do nosso ser, quer nos auxiliar na difícil tarefa de lançar fora os entraves que atrapalham nossa ascensão a Ele; não apenas a nossa pessoa, mas partindo daqueles que nos são mais próximos, para abarcar o maior número possível de pessoas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; “Vai, vende o azeite, e paga a tua dívida; e tu e teus filhos vivei do resto”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus não só nos dá a oportunidade de vivermos da Palavra como do azeite – o Espírito Santo – como também nos dá o pleno conhecimento de que nossa dívida fora paga na cruz do calvário – a nossa, a de nossos filhos e de todos aqueles que O buscar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;_____________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Livro de 2 Reis capítulo 4 versículos 1 à 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bíblia Sagrada - edição Alfalit Brasil 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;na interpretação de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000033; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: normal; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-2658283207045695549?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2658283207045695549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=2658283207045695549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2658283207045695549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2658283207045695549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/viuva-e-o-azeite.html' title='A VIÚVA E O AZEITE'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8104331281259204573</id><published>2010-02-28T07:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:38:49.751-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louvor da mulher virtuosa'/><title type='text'>O LOUVOR DA MULHER VIRTUOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulher virtuosa, quem a achará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu valor excede o de finas jóias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Busca lã e linho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, de bom grado, trabalha com as mãos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estende as mãos ao fuso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mãos que pegam na roca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não teme a neve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pois todos andam vestidos de lã escarlate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz para si cobertas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;veste-se de linho puro e de púrpura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz roupas de linho fino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e vende-as.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dai-lhe do fruto das suas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e de público a louvarão as suas obras”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Provérbios 31:10-31 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8104331281259204573?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8104331281259204573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8104331281259204573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8104331281259204573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8104331281259204573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-louvor-da-mulher-virtuosa.html' title='O LOUVOR DA MULHER VIRTUOSA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-2406128361540055337</id><published>2010-02-28T07:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:39:28.502-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunamita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres sunamitas'/><title type='text'>MULHERES SUNAMITAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas! Mulheres sunamitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres que, em idade avançada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdera a expectativa da maternidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres que, tendo se realizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Na maternidade, perdera os filhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para a crueldade do mundo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para as drogas; para as celas frias e fétidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De uma prisão carcerária.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres que até viram ceifadas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida, do filho amado, nas mãos cruéis da morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou, até quem sabe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para a ingratidão; p&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ara o desprezo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para a distância; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para o afastamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mulheres sunamitas. Quantas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em todo canto podem ser vistas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres sunamitas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fracas, p&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;obres, o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;primidas, t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ristes, v&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;azias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem expectativa do amanhã.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentadas a beira das calçadas;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem sabe até, m&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;orando em casas luxuosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou em pobres barracos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rejeitadas... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mulheres sunamitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas... Saibam quantas forem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres sunamitas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquela... Que a Escritura conta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acreditou na Palavra de um Profeta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Concebeu a maternidade;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viu, também, a vida do fruto amado, esvair-se,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não se curvou. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Colocou aquele corpo inerte sobre a cama,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E partiu em busca de socorro certo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mulher sunamita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se intimidou com a sorte q&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ue lhe sobreviera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com coragem e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; determinação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com sabedoria e&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; comunhão, c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;om Aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em quem acreditara,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Restitui a vida ao fruto da promessa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mulheres sunamitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não importa onde estejam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sua cor... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O que tem a ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se branca ou negra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tampouco sua condição cultural:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se letrada ou analfabeta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou, até quem sabe, s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eu estado social:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se rica ou pobre, b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;em casada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ou abandonada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haverá sempre uma m&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ulher sunamita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A ser descoberta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(Texto elaborado por Inajá Martins de Almeida, tendo como cenário o profeta Eliseu e a mulher sunamita extraído dos textos sagrados 2Reis 4:8-37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-2406128361540055337?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' 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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhei para fora e vislumbrei o imenso céu a me sorrir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvi Deus me falar baixinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O quanto eu era importante para Ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Contemplando Seus feitos, a Sua criação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Senti-me pequenina em Seus braços fortes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quis chorar, gritar e cantar de alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo em meio à dor &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Da solidão, que me invadia alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, no silêncio da tarde, os olhos fechei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E sonhei que Jesus em seus braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Carregava-me; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;todo meu passado triste apagava;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como filha me amava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os olhos fechados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a alma em repouso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O coração ritmado &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;– vagaroso, lento –&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pude então perceber, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que não era sonho:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Era sim a realidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus ali estava presente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dava-me a mão, carregava-me no colo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando meus passos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não podiam continuar a jornada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acariciava-me o rosto, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enxugava-me as lágrimas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Falava-me baixinho e me confortava;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Trazia-me novo alento; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazia-me nova criatura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Permitia-me tecer e escrever, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas linhas do tempo, uma nova história.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, despertar não pudera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois, agora soubera,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que jamais só estivera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus sempre presente se mantivera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tola não sabia, o quanto Ele me queria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, no silêncio da tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pude me encontrar com o Meu Senhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me ensinou a jamais ser triste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A jamais estar só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(poema de Inajá Martins de Almeida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1868076440629545608?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1868076440629545608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1868076440629545608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='joana'/><title type='text'>JOANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Bíblia faz menção a mulheres ricas. Ricas de posses materiais, aparentemente bem casadas, com situação pública privilegiada, mas que por trás do cenário fastigioso, escondiam grandes e tristes dramas: a solidão, o descaso, a submissão e tantos outros fatores, para a época, considerados normais, com relação a mulheres. Não diferente de nossos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto Jesus e os doze discípulos caminhavam de cidade em cidade, aldeia em aldeia, anunciando o evangelho do reino, muitas mulheres o seguiam. Algumas por terem sido curadas de suas enfermidades físicas e espirituais, outras por haverem crido &lt;st1:personname productid="em suas Palavras" st="on"&gt;em suas Palavras&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, outras ainda com suas posses; assim, diz a Bíblia, as mulheres ricas “&lt;i&gt;o serviam com seus bens&lt;/i&gt;”. (Lu 8:1-3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pela lei a que a sociedade da época estava exposta, às mulheres apenas era reservado a submissão. Com certeza não diferente a Joana, muher de Cuza, procurador de Herodes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que a Bíblia frisa bem o nome da mulher e seu marido? Os propósitos de Deus são inquestionáveis, o que podemos depreender através das entrelinhas é que Joana ocupava lugar de destaque na sociedade, mas por trás daquela figura pública, bem trajada, bem cuidada, com certeza havia prantos de dor escondidos nas profundezas do seu frágil ser – Jesus o sabia e a encontrou e, principalmente foi encontrado, enquanto passava.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriam males espirituais, físicos? Não o sabemos, apenas que enquanto Jesus passava mulheres foram curadas – Joana lá estava. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres que se tornavam fortes, quando Jesus as animava a terem bom ânimo; a semearem a boa semente em campo fértil para que esta pudesse florescer e dar frutos; a amarem incondicionalmente e, principalmente que a Ele viessem quando cansadas estivessem, posto que seu fardo era leve e seu jugo suave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ora! Essas mulheres conheciam bem seus fardos. Embora abastadas por recursos financeiros, levavam vidas miseráveis dentro de seus corações feridos - Maria (chamada Madalena), Joana e Suzana (Lu 8:2). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza Joana a partir daquele momento se transformara. Com certeza, Cuza pode perceber sua mudança interior, seu semblante resplandecente. Ela encontrara aquele que lhe trouxera respostas às suas indagações. Alegria ao seu viver diário. Esperança a um porvir melhor, digno e, com certeza, o ritmo de sua casa também se transformara. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora podia olhar para seu marido e ver que atrás daquela suposta  austeridade, daquele homem poderoso e dominador, havia um ser frágil que também almejava ser alcançado pelo amor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Joana, mulher sábia, com certeza soube entender que ao marido deveria prestar as honras e fidelidade de esposa, mas sabia agora quem ocupava o lugar central do seu coração. Uma nova esperança lhe era apresentada.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E os proventos? Os bens com que servia a obra de onde vinham? Com certeza do marido - que ao imperador servia - e do qual pouco se fala; pouco se tem notícia. Mas, é na pouca informação que se pode perceber na Palavra de Deus que algo muito grande e magnífico há por trás das linhas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Suposições... Um olhar além do ponto. Cada uma de nós pode perceber o alcance de nossas vistas, quando é Deus que nos dá entendimento, quando a Ele nos voltamos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Joana, de alguma forma, tinha conhecimento de Jesus e quis se certificar dele, não apenas ouvindo falar, mas indo ao seu encontro, expondo-se publicamente, colocando à sua disposição seus préstimos, principalmente o que as mulheres da época tinham em escassez – bens materiais.        &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se intimidou perante seu marido que, com certeza, percebeu a mudança ocorrida, dando-lhe suporte necessário, ainda que de forma dissimulada. Quem sabe! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se de forma clara não nos é dada a continuidade desse maravilhoso episódio, bem o sabemos que Jesus passava; que estava sempre em movimento, buscando alcançar vidas e mostrar o Caminho – as boas novas do Reino. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que cochos passavam a andar, cegos enxergar, males do físico e da alma eram curados.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que grande multidão o seguia, mas que também muitos eram alcançados pelo seu toque suave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas Joanas puderam encontrar Jesus! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas Joanas puderam ser encontradas por Jesus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje? Quantas...  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Através da Leitura Bíblica de Lucas 8:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8538519106026896283?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8538519106026896283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8538519106026896283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8538519106026896283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8538519106026896283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/joana.html' title='JOANA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1161830034377495047</id><published>2010-02-25T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:24:02.798-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silas Malafaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a obra de Deus não vai parar'/><title type='text'>A OBRA DE DEUS NÃO VAI PARAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus tem pensamentos e planos a nosso respeito "pensamentos de paz e não de mal, para nos dar o fim que esperamos, de paz, amor, alegria, comunhão" (Je 29.11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza a obra de Deus não vai parar porque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4kanPW04KI/AAAAAAAABOI/RwP8gyF0z5I/s1600-h/bnbn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442910886093447330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4kanPW04KI/AAAAAAAABOI/RwP8gyF0z5I/s400/bnbn.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 118px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"T&lt;i&gt;odos nós fomos chamados para cumprir ao menos um propósito especial do Senhor. A nossa existência, os dons e os talentos que recebemos, a família na qual nascemos, o lugar onde moramos, trabalhamos e estudamos, a igreja onde congregamos - tudo isso tem a sua razão de ser, serve a algum propósito de Deus. E cabe a nós descobrir, para cumpri-lo da melhor forma&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Silas Malafaia - Os insondáveis propósitos de Deus - pág. 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1161830034377495047?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1161830034377495047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1161830034377495047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1161830034377495047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1161830034377495047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='A OBRA DE DEUS NÃO VAI PARAR'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4kanPW04KI/AAAAAAAABOI/RwP8gyF0z5I/s72-c/bnbn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-614358284607967551</id><published>2010-02-25T06:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:24:47.018-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicoterapia clínica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Martins de Almeida Maldonado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicoterapia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divina música'/><title type='text'>DIVINA MÚSICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4ZHr2XACpI/AAAAAAAABMk/TGvf-EtXmqE/s1600-h/A1FUO30CAEGN4XUCA6NML0CCAF7J9Q1CA4G0H45CAUQSKQNCA9HQLMTCA9EJGXXCAFUTHK1CASBDVWYCA02Y2ZPCAAEI7LYCAK5IHP3CALKF01OCA28KE87CA91TOMLCAEDW4JNCAXONQHUCAJD4JKD.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442116018375756434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4ZHr2XACpI/AAAAAAAABMk/TGvf-EtXmqE/s400/A1FUO30CAEGN4XUCA6NML0CCAF7J9Q1CA4G0H45CAUQSKQNCA9HQLMTCA9EJGXXCAFUTHK1CASBDVWYCA02Y2ZPCAAEI7LYCAK5IHP3CALKF01OCA28KE87CA91TOMLCAEDW4JNCAXONQHUCAJD4JKD.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 138px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 113px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;"A música é um elo entre Deus e o homem. Entre o que é real e o mundo dos sonhos - a mente e o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Destas, nomeio os dois caminhos que rumam a minha vida: a música e o meu amor. Sem amor não crio a minha música e sem a música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;não há razão para se amar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Martins de Almeida Maldonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicoterapiaclinica.com.br/"&gt;http://www.musicoterapiaclinica.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-614358284607967551?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/614358284607967551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=614358284607967551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/614358284607967551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/614358284607967551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/musica-e-um-elo-entre-deus-e-o-homem_25.html' title='DIVINA MÚSICA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4ZHr2XACpI/AAAAAAAABMk/TGvf-EtXmqE/s72-c/A1FUO30CAEGN4XUCA6NML0CCAF7J9Q1CA4G0H45CAUQSKQNCA9HQLMTCA9EJGXXCAFUTHK1CASBDVWYCA02Y2ZPCAAEI7LYCAK5IHP3CALKF01OCA28KE87CA91TOMLCAEDW4JNCAXONQHUCAJD4JKD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-4797070030783409502</id><published>2010-02-25T05:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:25:23.954-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o vendedor de sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminhante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusto Cury'/><title type='text'>O VENDEDOR DE SONHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Sou apenas um caminhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que perdeu o medo de se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou seguro de que sou imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem me chamar de louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem zombar das minhas ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não importa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que importa é que sou um caminhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que vende sonhos para os passantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho bússola nem agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho nada, mas tenho tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou apenas um caminhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;À procura de mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O vendedor de sonhos: o chamado - Augusto Cury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-4797070030783409502?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4797070030783409502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=4797070030783409502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4797070030783409502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4797070030783409502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-vendedor-de-sonhos.html' title='O VENDEDOR DE SONHOS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6888539391813602382</id><published>2010-02-25T05:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:34:41.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus salvador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra e música'/><title type='text'>JESUS SALVADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hoje eu estou tão em paz comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Parece até que não faz sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;O que eu tenho chorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;O que eu tenho sofrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Hoje eu olhei o céu da minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vem, deposita em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Todos os seus problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Levante esse olhar, não chore, não tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Não perca essa fé que você tem em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Quem vem a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Se alimenta do pão da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Quem segue os meus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Não sente as feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Tem a paz que eu dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;É feliz enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Senhor perdoai meus pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Me aceita a seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Me deixa tocar esse manto sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;E a graça que eu peço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Terei na sua luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Senhor, quem sou eu pra que entreis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Em minha morada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Mais um fio de sua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Numa telha quebrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Ilumina uma vida pra sempre Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v_qrTnN_FGc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Jesus Salvador, Jesus Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Jesus Salvador, Jesus Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Senhor consolai os que choram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Curai os que sofrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Nas ruas, nos guetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Nos becos escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Na chuva, no frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Piedade daqueles que pensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Que a felicidade é a riqueza, o poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Ser feliz na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;É quem tem Jesus dentro do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Jesus Salvador, Jesus Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;Jesus Salvador, Jesus Salvador&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre style="display: inline !important; line-height: 15pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 15.0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;(Roberto Carlos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"À medida que avançamos na idade, a vida nos leva cada vez mais a valorizar o ser do que o ter ou o fazer. E, então, na terceira ou quarta idade não restam senão a fé, a esperança e o amor. Portanto, permanecem apenas algumas oportunidades e certos encontros importantes e, por trás destes, ou fundo, o encontro com Deus, o maior acontecimento humano possível". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Elizete Malafaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-4448513136453878506?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4448513136453878506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=4448513136453878506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4448513136453878506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4448513136453878506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/relacionamentos.html' title='RELACIONAMENTOS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FZLQtWU03s/S4QtCFRGtLI/AAAAAAAABL0/z4SB8Q2YyFM/s72-c/elizete+malafaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-2790234892853501817</id><published>2010-02-22T09:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:42:45.700-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a mulhere de pilatos'/><title type='text'>A MULHER DE PILATOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cala-se Jesus perante Pilatos. Quando preso por seus algozes, acusado pelos chefes dos sacerdotes e anciãos, reserva-se o direito de manter-se &lt;st1:personname productid="em silêncio. Apenas" st="on"&gt;em silêncio. Apenas&lt;/st1:personname&gt; uma vez, ao ser questionado pelo governador: - “&lt;i&gt;És o Rei dos judeus&lt;/i&gt;?” – responde-lhe de uma forma não comprometedora: - “&lt;i&gt;Tu o dizes&lt;/i&gt;”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ali, perante aquele que detinha o poder para julgar, libertar ou aprisionar, não se furtava às profecias contidas no Livro de Isaias: – “&lt;i&gt;como um cordeiro foi levado ao matadouro, e como ovelha muda perante seus tosquiadores, Ele não abriu a sua boca&lt;/i&gt;” (Is 53:7). Sabia claramente que ao não se defender em causa própria, tornar-se-ia nosso advogado e intercessor eternamente. Quem sabe até pudesse mudar a história, mas o curso natural haveria de se cumprir e deixou-se calar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pilatos, com certeza, almejava outra reação. Não se tem argumento perante o silêncio, principalmente diante de um justo. As muitas acusações a Ele imputadas, não atingiam aquele ser impoluto, que se mantinha calmo e sereno mesmo sabedor do martírio que horas após haveria de passar. Conhecia o Pai, com Ele tinha intimidade de filho; a eternidade, Sua morada, esperava-o, assim, mantinha-se silente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No sinédrio a mulher de Pilatos manda-lhe dizer para que nada faça àquele justo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu sono fora acometido por visões horripilantes que muito a fizeram sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que cenas seriam essas? O martírio? A crucificação de Cristo? Quem sabe o próprio sofrimento eterno? Jamais o poderemos saber, decorridos dois mil anos e afastados que estamos dos personagens que encenaram o palco da história mais magistral que escritor algum jamais pode reescrever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A mulher não tem nome, apenas a conhecemos como “a mulher de Pilatos”. Não se apresenta em pessoa, costume da época; manda-lhe comunicar. Se o sonho lhe fora tão perturbador, poderíamos pensar que em suas mãos uma nova história pudesse ser contada, entretanto, sua mensagem não fora contundente ao marido, muito menos àquela multidão sedenta e persuadida pelos chefes dos sacerdotes e anciãos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A mulher não ousou, mas com certeza o sonho a acompanhou pelo resto de sua vida, quiçá pela eternidade. As janelas, daquelas cenas, abertas em sua mente, jamais puderam ser fechadas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pilatos, sem argumentos, ainda pergunta ao povo: - “&lt;i&gt;Que farei com Jesus, chamado Cristo&lt;/i&gt;?” e lava as mãos. Com certeza sua consciência jamais fora lavada. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje? O que estamos fazendo com Cristo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;exto de Inajá Martins de Almeida baseado na pregação do pastor Edson Quinezi – reunião dia 21/10/2010 – Igreja Batista Betel de São Carlos - Livro de Mateus 27:11-26 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-2790234892853501817?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/2790234892853501817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=2790234892853501817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2790234892853501817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/2790234892853501817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/mulher-de-pilatos.html' title='A MULHER DE PILATOS'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6032071099715557632</id><published>2010-02-22T08:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:28:24.435-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurando a visão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvio Antunes de Arruda'/><title type='text'>RESTAURANDO A VISÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando atingimos algum alvo, ou mesmo buscamos a realização de um “sonho”, projetos e ou objetivos, muitos dizem: teve visão, enxergou longe, ou mesmo pessoa de visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Vemos claramente que Jesus, restaurou a visão de muitas pessoas, inclusive o cego Bartimeu filho de Timeu; esta visão física demonstrava sempre a capacidade de Jesus em realizar milagres.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Vemos também que a verdadeira e fundamentada visão que Jesus nos trouxe, sempre vai além da correção ocular,  trazendo o conhecimento de Deus, a fé e a certeza de que a Visão Espiritual poderia ser resgatada através dos seus ensinamentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Um “humano”  fisicamente cego o reconheceu como Jesus Filho de Davi, enquanto muitos e muitos que tinham plena visão física, não conseguiram enxergar os valores espirituais que Jesus ofereceu aos homens; sim estruturas não física, mas fundamentos da sabedoria e senso de busca do auto aperfeiçoamento espiritual ou “lapidação da alma”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;“Quantos hoje ao buscar a Jesus ainda são repreendidos, pelas ditas pessoas que enxergam, mas não tem visão espiritual”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Marcos 10:48 – Muitos o repreendia para que se calasse, mas ele não se calava e clamava cada vez mais... “Jesus, filho de Davi, tem misericórdia de mim”.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Marcos 10:51 – E Jesus falando, disse-lhe, que queres que eu te faça? – poderia ser uma pergunta com resposta bem clara e simples, porém o que implicaria a cura da cegueira? Mudança de vida! Sim a mudança da visão de vida, dos costumes de um homem que se tornara mendigo. Teria que recomeçar, reaprender, reavaliar seus valores, enfim renascer para uma nova visão de vida. Porém mesmo antes de ser curado o mesmo já tinha se desvencilhado de seu único bem: sua capa, sabendo que mudaria de vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Ele entendeu claramente: O Filho do homem não veio para ser servido, mas para servir e dar a sua vida em resgate de muitos: “não somente a visão, um projeto melhor e maior para a humanidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Para encontrar Jesus, na maioria das vezes, precisamos nos desvencilhar de muitas capas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;texto de Elvio Antunes de Arruda com apartes de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;reunião 21/01/2010 – quinta-feira – pastor Luiz Nunes – Igreja Batista Betel São Carlos/SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-6032071099715557632?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/6032071099715557632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=6032071099715557632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6032071099715557632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6032071099715557632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/restaurando-visao.html' title='RESTAURANDO A VISÃO'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-5554046489708809074</id><published>2010-02-21T11:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:45:03.080-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inajá Martins de Almeida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a mulher samaritana'/><title type='text'>A MULHER SAMARITANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto os discípulos dirigiam-se à cidade em busca de alimento, Jesus descansava junto à fonte de Jacó. A certa altura aproxima-se, calada, uma mulher e um cântaro nas mãos. Jesus intercede: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Dá-me de beber! Surpresa, cabisbaixa, arrisca a fala: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Como... o senhor sendo judeu dirige-se a uma samaritana. Jesus não se atém às palavras fortuitas, e em tom imperativo, a instrui: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Mulher... se soubesses quem lhe pede de beber, você é quem me pediria água e eu lhe daria água viva. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um diálogo interrogativo se trava. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Como senhor me darás água, se fundo é o poço e o senhor não tem como tirá-la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Novamente Jesus lhe dá sinais de sua força e seu poder; ao beber da água do poço, a sede seria saciada momentaneamente, e logo voltaria, porém, a água que Ele oferecia, saciaria a sede; ademais, a água entrando em seu corpo, tornar-se-ia fonte a jorrar para a vida eterna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Intrigada... cala-se. Cessaram os argumentos. Quem era aquele enfim, que não temia dirigir palavra àquela repudiada por todos. Que poder exercia aquelas palavras... de que água falava. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Vá e traga seu marido. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Senhor, não tenho marido. Claro, Jesus sabia, cinco maridos tivera, e tampouco este o era. Percebera a mulher, que aquele que lhe falava era um profeta – a vinda do Messias, não lhe era desconhecida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Eu sou o Messias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Perplexa, deita o jarro no chão e corre a chamar os seus: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;– Vinde... vinde... Vinde ver o Messias. Ele me disse tudo quanto tenho feito. Até meus pensamentos pode adentrar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E muitos foram e creram, por causa do testemunho da mulher, e também por causa da Sua palavra; muitos tinham ouvido e sabiam que aquele era de fato e verdade o Salvador do mundo. (João capítulo 4:1/42)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leitura Bíblica João capítulo 4 versículos 1/42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-5554046489708809074?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/5554046489708809074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=5554046489708809074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5554046489708809074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/5554046489708809074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/mulher-samaritana.html' title='A MULHER SAMARITANA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-3328811621322668420</id><published>2010-02-21T11:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:36:20.082-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neemias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastor Aguiar Valvassoura'/><title type='text'>NEEMIAS: reflexões em meio a mil decisões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Pr L.Aguiar Valvassoura – Igreja do Nazareno Campinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobias e Sambalate são personagens que representam negativismo e derrota.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos encontrá-los no livro de Neemias, quando este, ajuntando todos os esforços possíveis, mobilizando todas as pessoas disponíveis para executar a obra, precisava gastar tempo para tratar com uma oposição que não deveria existir. No meio dessa luta, esses dardos vivos do inimigo se lançaram contra Neemias para tentar distraí-lo da obra mais importante que o homem de Deus estava fazendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobias e Sambalate ainda estão vivos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro gastar hoje o nosso espaço com milhares de pessoas anônimas que se juntaram a Neemias e reedificaram os muros da cidade queimada e caída. Quem eram? Pouco sabemos. Por mais que o escritor sagrado os aliste, pelo resultado obtido, sabemos que eram milhares. Gente que dormia com espada na mão e coração na obra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante uma grande reforma das nossas instalações, entrava e saía dezenas de vezes por dia do nosso templo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em ru￭nas. Buracos" st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;em ruínas. Buracos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; por todos os lados bancos amontoados; homens-tatus enfiados a mais de oito metros de profundidade para dentro do solo, cavando os fundamentos que sustentariam o teto e galerias; faiscas de solda caindo por todos os lados... o meu coração se inquietava e se alegrava ao mesmo tempo: "Não podemos descer... estamos fazendo grande obra." (ref.) era sempre a resposta a Sambalate e Tobias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns desceram. Desanimaram. Criticaram e ainda criticam. Para quê tudo isto? Tobias e Sambalate... eles se foram. A obra se completou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3328811621322668420?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3328811621322668420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3328811621322668420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3328811621322668420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3328811621322668420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/neemias-reflexoes-em-meio-mil-decisoes.html' title='NEEMIAS: reflexões em meio a mil decisões'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-3321230312103283638</id><published>2010-02-21T11:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:43:51.463-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o grande muro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neemias'/><title type='text'>NEEMIAS: o grande muro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto um homem – Neemias – buscava pela reconstrução do grande muro e, consigo, trazia trabalhadores que se irmanavam na mesma fé, dois homens – Tobias e Sambalate – procuravam denegrir a necessidade desse ato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitos desanimavam e se entregavam a críticas, mas, os que perseveraram até o fim, foram galardoadores da concretização da obra em tempo pré-estabelecido – 52 dias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos somos os Neemias e quantos os Tobias e Sambalates. Ainda hoje os vemos por toda parte; Neemias anônimos que se infiltram na multidão, que buscam a reconstrução de vidas caídas, vidas que foram sendo tragadas pelos problemas do cotidiano, pelos vícios, pela divisão familiar, pela adversidade financeira, pela fraqueza espiritual – muros caídos e queimados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tobias e Sambalates que buscam lançar por terra obras de reconstrução de muros, com palavras negativas, derrotistas, invejosas – quantos os vemos em toda parte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém, não importa os dias, se cinqüenta e dois, ou tantos quantos forem necessários, para uma reconstrução, o que realmente importa é que o muro esteja de pé, livre de quaisquer Tobias ou quaisquer Sambalates. O que realmente tem significado é que sejamos Neemias, sempre atentos, ocupados em fazer a grande obra de reconstrução de muros caídos e, sobremodo, não nos deixar contaminar por vozes de dúvida que sempre surgem para nos desviar do objetivo da nossa reconstrução interior.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Livro de Neemias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3321230312103283638?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3321230312103283638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3321230312103283638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3321230312103283638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3321230312103283638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/neemias-o-grande-muro.html' title='NEEMIAS: o grande muro'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-6767312788433165097</id><published>2010-02-21T11:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:45:08.857-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaqueu'/><title type='text'>ZAQUEU: o cobrador de impostos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus passava... Grande multidão o seguia. Gritava, clamava, esbarrava em seu corpo. Ao longe um homem rico, de grande influência pública, de pequena estatura, tocado por invisível força, buscava ver o Mestre dos mestres. Pecador que era, sentia-se incapaz de se aproximar daquela impoluta pessoa que por ali passava. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Buscava, contudo, colocar-se num alto local, para apenas ver Jesus. Despendia grande sacrifício na escalada, do mais alto galho, de frondosa árvore, que se interpunha ao caminho dos passantes. Com fé inabalável, julgava que somente por olhar o Mestre, seu coração seria aquecido. Não media esforços; o sacrifício não o incomodava. Bastava-lhe, contudo, ver Jesus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acometido de grande surpresa, eis que o Mestre pára sob aquela árvore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Silêncio... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos se calam.  Jesus levanta seu olhar e grita em alto brado: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;– Zaqueu... Zaqueu... desça daí, vá para casa e prepare-me a refeição, que ainda nesta noite lá estarei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A multidão atônita, sem nada entender, julga aquele comportamento inesperado. O que levava o Mestre a se aproximar daquele vão pecador. Jesus sabia... Estava se cumprindo a vontade do Pai... Ele viera para trazer vida, e a vida em abundância; para remir o pecador. Para salvar alma caída.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Zaqueu sofria... Seus pecados o acusavam. O Mestre tudo sabia. Conhecia aquele coração muito antes dele haver se formado. A multidão nada entendia: apenas acompanhava Jesus, levada por curiosidade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em casa do cobrador de impostos, este – Zaqueu – tomado de perplexo entendimento, dirige-se ao Mestre: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;– Senhor, digno não sou de estar em Sua presença, pois a muitos tenho lesado, porém, darei minha fortuna para ressarcir todo mal que tenho feito.   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus sabia, então, que naquele momento a salvação entrara dentro daquela casa, e em silêncio... saiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-6767312788433165097?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/6767312788433165097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=6767312788433165097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6767312788433165097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/6767312788433165097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/zaqueu-o-cobrador-de-impostos.html' title='ZAQUEU: o cobrador de impostos'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-3891634953060774295</id><published>2010-02-21T11:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:02:07.444-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naamã'/><title type='text'>NAAMÃ E A PEQUENA SERVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Certo homem - &amp;nbsp;Naamã - &amp;nbsp;rico, poderoso, herói de guerra, grande comandante, respeitado pelo rei da Síria, embora valente, era leproso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suas batalhas, na terra de Israel, fizera prisioneira pequena jovem, a qual&amp;nbsp;estaria a serviço de sua mulher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma virtuosa, temente a Deus, movida pela compaixão e, conhecedora dos feitos do profeta Eliseu, em Samaria, diz à sua senhora que aquele homem de Deus poderia curar o seu senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes corações vaidosos e endurecidos, não entendem a palavra, quando estas saem de bocas, que aos olhos do mundo são inexpressivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem era afinal a jovem serva? Que poder detinha para falar com aquela propriedade? Contudo, ela – a jovem – bem sabia quem ditara a mensagem. Bem sabia quem servia. Antes de servir aquela rica senhora, servia ao dono do ouro e da prata. Servia o Senhor, o Deus criador de todo o universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nítido se via a mão imperiosa de Deus, colocando uma serva, para trazer liberdade aquele lar aprisionado pela doença.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naamã acata as orientações e parte, sem contudo deixar de levar cartas ao &amp;nbsp;rei das terras em que pisaria - exigências necessárias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Desconhecedor do grande poder, daquele profeta, encaminha Naamã ao rei de Israel, juntamente com proventos e uma carta, onde se lia para que este curasse seu servo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Veja a confusão! O que o rei da Síria não entendia, era o fato de que o poder dos homens, não poderia prevalecer naquele momento, mas sim o poder de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos ouvidos do profeta Eliseu o fato correu e, em sua porta o valente general, rico e poderoso, mas leproso, quedou-se em petição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensara este – Naamã – que o profeta invocaria seu Deus, faria uma oração, colocaria as mãos em sua cabeça e logo seu corpo ficaria curado daquele mal que o acometera. Eliseu, contudo, conhecedor daquele coração vaidoso, envia-lhe um mensageiro que lhe pede o sacrifício – banhar-se nas sujas águas do rio Jordão por sete vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Deus se manifesta em nossas vidas, Ele nos quer despojado de todas as vaidades, de todos os entraves que nos dividem entre a matéria e o espírito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus nos quer desapegados de todas as amarras. Assim sucedeu com Naamã. Agora, pobre, indefeso, doente, não estava em condições de questionar, que à águas mais limpas, rios melhores poderia ter sido encaminhado. Deus lhe pede o sacrifício completo – a obediência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Naamã bem sabia o significado da obediência.Tinha homens a seu comando. Sua voz sempre era acatada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, compreendera que a cura estava em seu interior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Acreditou. Manifestou gesto de humildade perante seus servos, acatando-lhes as palavras. Retornou ao profeta num gesto de agradecimento. Exerceu a fidelidade ao desejo de não mais se voltar às práticas pagãs a que era exposto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fatores que o fizeram se lançar às águas e sair limpo delas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Livre, estava aquele que, agora, tinha plena convicção a quem servia, graças àquela pequena serva, mantida cativa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0ecec; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F0ECEC; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Livro de 2Reis capítulo 5 versículos 1 à 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: #F0ECEC; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Texto de: Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3891634953060774295?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3891634953060774295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3891634953060774295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3891634953060774295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3891634953060774295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/pequena-serva.html' title='NAAMÃ E A PEQUENA SERVA'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-4918531270970253705</id><published>2010-02-21T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:47:17.523-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lidia'/><title type='text'>LÍDIA: a vendedora de púrpura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Paulo, guiado pelo Espírito Santo, partia em missões, pregando o Caminho e as “igrejas eram confirmadas na fé e cresciam em número a cada dia”. (At 16:5).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em Filipos, colônia da Macedônia, levado ao lugar de oração, junto ao rio, onde as mulheres se reuniam para orar - aos sábados - como era o costume judaico, no cenário, destaca-se Lídia, que o escutava atentamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Comerciante rica, vendedora de púrpura, a Bíblia não faz menção a sua condição familiar, se casada, solteira, referindo-se a ela como “ certa mulher temente a Deus, chamada Lídia da cidade de Tiatira” (At 16:14).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em todo o contexto bíblico, seu nome não aparece mais, a não ser no Livro de Atos, capítulo 16 versículos de números 14 e 15, porém, a força da sua ação, ao abrir as portas do seu coração e da sua casa para que o Caminho ali se instalasse chega aos nossos dias. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza outras mulheres, pertencente a outras famílias, a beira daquele rio, encontravam-se, porém, Lídia ousou, foi batizada, ela e os da sua família; atendeu as palavras de Paulo. Que palavras? Não se sabe. Entretanto, movida por elas, humildemente se coloca em posição de serva, não como escrava, mas como servidora, ao manifestar que se a fidelidade ao Senhor nela fosse encontrada, as portas de sua casa abertas estavam para ali permanecerem, não para apenas uma reunião, um momento, mas para sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não pensou em perseguição, ou fatos piores, naturais naquela época. Herodes não a amedrontava, seu coração estava livre, aberto, receptivo, ao ponto de convencer o grupo a “simplesmente” segui-la. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lidia não é mais citada nos textos; desaparece do cenário, para, possivelmente, ocupar os bastidores. Tempo depois, Paulo endereça missiva aos filipenses, onde agradece acolhida e a predisposição daqueles que iniciaram a obra, ao destacar a ousadia com que a mensagem do Caminho era levada aos ouvintes, quando registra: “a maior parte dos irmãos, incentivados no Senhor, pelas minhas prisões, são mais ousados para falar, sem medo, a palavra”. (Fp 1:14). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Também não se aparta em mencionar o “cheiro suave como sacrifício aceitável e agradável a Deus” (Fp4:18), uma vez que proventos lhe era dispensado para suprir necessidades, ao ponto de registrar que tudo tinha em abundância. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda mais os estimula a continuarem a andar de acordo com o que já haviam alcançado; que o equilíbrio manifestado através das suas ações, servissem de exemplo para todos os homens e, acima de tudo que não andassem ansiosos por coisa alguma e para que meditassem “em tudo que é de verdade, tudo que é de respeito, tudo que é certo, tudo que tem pureza, tudo que é amável, tudo que é de boa fama, se há alguma virtude e algum louvor, meditais nestas coisas”. (Fp 4:8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas passagens nessa carta, dá a nítida impressão de que a “igreja” crescia; que o equilíbrio e os exemplos eram por muitos seguidos. O Caminho era levado de boa vontade por uns, por inveja por outros (Fp 1:14), mas para Paulo, esse fator não tinha relevância, posto que o viver era Cristo e o morrer lucro.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lidia, a vendedora de púrpura, ao abrir seu coração e sua casa, lega-nos o exemplo forte de uma mulher destemida, determinada, corajosa, empreendedora, bem sucedida, tanto nos negócios materiais como espirituais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza sua presença marcante perante Deus e o império dominante da época, abalou as estruturas daqueles que detinham o poder. Agora as orações poderiam ser feitas na cidade, melhor ainda em sua casa, não mais a beira do rio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não lhe fora dedicado um Livro, bastou-lhe apenas dois parágrafos para eternizá-la; dois versículos que, certamente deu originou a um movimento, para que hoje pudéssemos sorver desse valioso legado.    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lidia, sem sombra de dúvida, fez a diferença em seu tempo, assim como chamou especial atenção a esta que escreve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Leitura Bíblica: Atos 16:14-15 ; Carta de Paulo aos Filipenses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-4918531270970253705?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/4918531270970253705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=4918531270970253705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4918531270970253705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/4918531270970253705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/lidia-vendedora-de-purpura.html' title='LÍDIA: a vendedora de púrpura'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-3651286442682428638</id><published>2010-02-14T16:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:53:31.910-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Davi'/><title type='text'>ABIGAIL: a mulher que tirou o ungido do deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Depois disso Davi saiu e foi para o deserto de Parã”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acostumada a leituras diversas, a procurar nas entrelinhas as linhas do texto, muitas vezes, atento de forma demorada a palavras que me chamam atenção especial e passo a perceber que muitas se repetem nos textos bíblicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Automaticamente ao me deparar com a expressão “depois disso”, estando no capítulo 25 de 1º Samuel,  volto um capítulo atrás, 24 e seus versículos,  onde Davi tem nas mãos  aquele que o queria morto, o rei Saul, mas deixa de matá-lo, pois, temente a Deus, jamais poderia tocar um fio sequer de cabelo de um ungido do Senhor, sabedor de que “o mal vem dos maus”, assim livre, Saul retorna para casa e Davi e seus homens para a fortaleza, mal podendo supor que a morte do profeta Samuel abala a todos que se pranteiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois disso, Davi sai e vai para o deserto de Parã. Novamente me detenho, tempo mais longo e passo a questionar fatores adversos que poderiam ter levado Davi a se afastar; sair do palco, adentrar os bastidores do seu eu sofrido: a decepção de ver aquele a quem amava sentir-se irado ao ponto de querer ceifar-lhe a vida, ao mesmo tempo em que saber morto aquele que o ungira como rei tempo atrás (1Sm 16:13).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos de nós, em algum momento de nossas vidas, nos retiramos ao deserto. Perdas várias motivam afastamento. Umas nos fazem prostrar por tempo indeterminado, foi o meu caso, quando minha mãe morreu. Deixei-me abater pelo desânimo, pela prostração, mesmo conhecedora da Palavra, mesmo Deus sussurrando em meus ouvidos para que eu tivesse ânimo e coragem, deixava-me ficar como Josué, pranteando a morte de Moisés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, Inajá, abandonava-me em prantos doídos, ela – Dalila – minha mãe, deixava de ser aquela que representava minha fonte de alegria e orientação, meu porto seguro, meu oásis no deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O deserto abria-se a minha frente. Gélido, interminável. Eu jamais imaginara adentrá-lo e lá permanecer tanto tempo. Davi buscou o deserto, talvez para se furtar às investidas de Saul, eu me recusava atravessá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, sempre no deserto há um oásis para nos alimentar. Para David, fora Abigail. No meu o Elvio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Do deserto, Davi soube da proximidade de Nabal, homem muito rico, todavia mau, e pede, através de seus homens, ajuda, a qual lhe é negada, fato este que gera ira em Davi, o qual reúne seus homens, a fim de partirem em represália aquele e a todos os seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No cenário surge Abigail, que o texto aponta como inteligente e bonita, em contrapartida ao mau caráter de seu marido – Nabal – que logo se apresenta a Davi e intercede pelo povo e pelo tolo marido, trazendo a provisão necessária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao prostrar-se aos pés do futuro rei, mostrou ousadia tamanha, fé inabalável, além de conhecimento dos propósitos de Deus para com Davi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;_&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"perdoa, eu peço, o crime de tua serva; porque o Senhor fará casa firme a meu senhor, pois meu senhor guerreia as guerras do Senhor; e nenhum mal seja encontrado em ti...&lt;/i&gt;" (1Sm 25:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sendo por este logo reconhecida:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;_ "&lt;i&gt;Bendito seja o Senhor Deus de Israel, que hoje te enviou a meu encontro! E Bendito seja o teu conselho, e bendita sejas tu, que hoje me impediste de derramar sangue, e de vingar-me pela minha própria mão!&lt;/i&gt; (1Sm 25:32/33) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tempo depois, viúva, Davi a recebe por mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Leitura Bíblica 1Samuel capítulo 25&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Texto Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-3651286442682428638?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/3651286442682428638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=3651286442682428638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3651286442682428638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/3651286442682428638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/mulher-que-tirou-o-ungido-do-deserto.html' title='ABIGAIL: a mulher que tirou o ungido do deserto'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-1942425612054105515</id><published>2010-02-14T16:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T07:48:43.068-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José'/><title type='text'>JOSÉ: rejeitado e aclamado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Relendo a história de José, percebemos que Deus jamais deixa de exaltar aquele que lhe é temente e fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;José fora humilhado, invejado, renegado pelos seus irmãos, vendido como escravo, ainda jovem, entretanto, soube esperar, soube confiar. Quem sabe até teve momentos de ira, de medo, de desespero, com nós também o temos, mas confiou, sabendo que Deus o livraria e o exaltaria. Melhor ainda, aqueles que o desprezaram, foram colocados em sua presença, sem que houvesse represaria de sua parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que nós agiríamos dessa forma? Será que não iríamos querer passar a limpo as frustrações e adversidades a que fôramos submetidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;José foi honrado, a tal ponto de lhe ser concedido um alto cargo junto ao rei do Egito. Por saber confiar Deus o aclamou aonde seus irmãos jamais poderiam supor – em território inimigo. Seu pai ainda vivo, pode encontrar-se com o filho e após o desenlace, receber favores quanto ao seu sepultamento em terra pátria. &lt;i&gt;“Ele deu ordem aos médicos que estavam a seu serviço para embalsamarem o corpo de seu pai”.&lt;/i&gt;(Gn 50-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Revendo nosso passado, podemos perceber que a mão de Deus está presente naquele momento em que mais nos sentimos desencorajados e desamparados. Julgamos, muitas vezes, estarmos caminhando no árido deserto, mas quando avançamos o tempo, percebemos que Deus nos exaltou, quer através de nós mesmos, quer através de um ente querido. Assim, jamais devemos desfalecer. Jamais devemos deixar de agradecer e confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Homens do passado, não são diferentes de homens do presente. Deus falou com eles; pediu-lhes que fossem “fortes e corajosos” (Js 1:9), pede-nos também. Melhor ainda, abençoa a última parte de nossa vida, muito mais do que a primeiro, como o fizera a Jó que, por orar por seus amigos, alcança favor de Deus (Jó 42:10/16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;José no lugar mais improvável, brilha e alcança honrarias de Deus. Talvez nem ele mesmo pudera imaginar que iria tão longe assim, ao ocupar cargo de mando junto ao império grandioso daquele tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós também, muitas vezes, não imaginamos que Deus quer o melhor desta terra para nós, mas nossos oponentes querem nos fazer acreditar que não somos merecedores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O preço foi pago. Hoje temos conhecimento que fomos comprados pelo sangue de Jesus. Temos valor. Não se paga um preço tão alto, por algo que não se justifique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É bom seguir a Jesus Cristo, nossa única rocha. José confiou, a nós resta também a Ele nos entregar e glorificar seu santo e poderoso Nome, agradecendo a misericórdia do resgate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Leitura Bíblica Gênesis capítulos 37 à 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-1942425612054105515?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/1942425612054105515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=1942425612054105515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1942425612054105515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/1942425612054105515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/rejeitado-e-aclamado.html' title='JOSÉ: rejeitado e aclamado'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-8447731479410396064</id><published>2010-02-14T10:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:29:37.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a oração de Jabez'/><title type='text'>A ORAÇÃO DE JABEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo, ouvindo e estudando a Palavra de Deus, encontramos mensagens preciosas; lições surpreendentes que, muitas das vezes, se assemelham a situações que vivenciamos em nossas vidas.´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jabez – a Bíblia conta “foi a pessoa mais respeitada de sua família (1 Cr 4-9) – talvez tivesse o estigma para que sua vida se tornasse um fracasso total. Seu nascimento, como seu nome diz, fora envolvido por muita dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas mães passam por problemas antes e pós-parto; quantas renegam seus filhos, seus maridos, devido à agressão que passam. Creio, contudo, não haver sido diferente para a mãe de Jabez, a qual lhe imputa no próprio nome o sentimento terrível que o poderia marcar para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei em qual momento Jabez se voltou a Deus, somente sei que em dado instante, uma oração curta fez toda a diferença em sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Oh! Que me abençoes”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Sabedor de suas limitações - o desamparo, a rejeição, o estigma do seu nome - somente Deus poderia trazer-lhe conforto e alento ao seu coração ultrajado e esta não demora a chegar.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Alargues minhas fronteiras”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Mais ainda não se limitou as quatro paredes das suas limitações; as amarras do seu nome, que por ventura pudessem privá-lo de sua jornada; as paredes da incredulidade, da ignorância verbal, material e espiritual, quando pede ao Pai para que  suas fronteiras fossem alargadas – as fronteiras do entendimento.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Seja a Tua mão comigo e me guardes do mal”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Ademais, sabia que se Deus não estivesse no controle de sua vida, tudo o que pedisse não teria valor. Com certeza a mão de Deus não está encolhida e, se estamos com Ele e Ele conosco, podemos descansar à Sua sombra, pois mal algum nos acometerá, ainda que caiam mil a nosso lado, dez mil a nossa direita. Não fora diferente com Jabez que, na sua aflição roga:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“De modo que eu não sinta aflição”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Independente de época, as aflições sempre acometeram o ser humano. Muito tempo depois, Jesus nos disse que no mundo teríamos aflições, mas logo em seguida nos orientou para termos bom ânimo, posto que Ele vencera o mundo.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jabez também foi agraciado com a concessão do seu pedido. Sua oração agradou a Deus que o tornou o mais respeitado dentre seus irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada mais sabemos dele; seus feitos futuros não nos são relatados, o que apenas depreendemos é que não é pelo muito falar que somos atendidos, mas Deus atenta para a qualidade de nossas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza o coração de Jabez estava em Deus e não nas circunstâncias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Leitura Bíblica 1Crônicas capítulo 4 versículos 9 à 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Texto de Inajá Martins de Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2881834406315940776-8447731479410396064?l=momentodeler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/feeds/8447731479410396064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2881834406315940776&amp;postID=8447731479410396064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8447731479410396064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2881834406315940776/posts/default/8447731479410396064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentodeler.blogspot.com/2010/02/oracao-de-jabez.html' title='A ORAÇÃO DE JABEZ'/><author><name>Inajá Martins de Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929356183031448446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtRi87EMu9w/TemfNl13u8I/AAAAAAAABxE/DBsCu1Msm8s/s220/Colagens39.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2881834406315940776.post-2141682975246876831</id><published>2010-02-14T09:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:30:38.236-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sifrá e Puá'/><title type='text'>SIFRÁ E PUÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No livro de Eclesiastes, capítulo 12, versículo 12, Salomão nos diz que “os livros sempre continuarão a serem escritos, porque não há limites para se fazer livros”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A partir daí, percebo que ao ler uma passagem, quero dar minha conotação também; um ponto de vista, que faz parte da vista que meu entendimento alcança. Uma palavra me remete a outras e passo a discorrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&
