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term="Essência feminina" /><category term="Eu em você" /><title>Filho da Igreja</title><subtitle type="html">“Eu sou filha da Igreja. Em tudo me sujeito 
ao que professa 
a Santa Igreja Católica Romana, 
em  cuja fé vivo, 
afirmo viver e prometo viver e morrer”. 
Santa Teresa de Ávila</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://filhodaigreja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filhodaigreja.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116296742526735718/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Rodrigo Stankevicz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12219119338055665398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqgb_DpMUvM/TaD74jbdOmI/AAAAAAAADZI/-jBikmoCqSI/s1600/Ro_bigger.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FilhoDaIgreja" /><feedburner:info uri="filhodaigreja" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>FilhoDaIgreja</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRn46fCp7ImA9WhRVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116296742526735718.post-6260171334291519106</id><published>2012-01-18T13:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:32:07.014-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T15:32:07.014-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adolescência" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poemas" /><title>Adolescência</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NakrnqP-BKU/SXpX3_8P02I/AAAAAAAAAV0/umPLcEtdLY8/s1600-h/adolescencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294640931495990114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NakrnqP-BKU/SXpX3_8P02I/AAAAAAAAAV0/umPLcEtdLY8/s400/adolescencia.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 331px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 285px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Uns me chamam de anjolescente, &lt;br /&gt;
Outros de aborrecente &lt;br /&gt;
E ainda, outros, de adolescente...&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliás...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não me entendo &lt;br /&gt;
Tu não me entendes&lt;br /&gt;
Ele não me entende&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nós não entendemos&lt;br /&gt;
Vós não entendeis&lt;br /&gt;
Eles não entendem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei ao certo o que &lt;br /&gt;
Me falta para entender,&lt;br /&gt;
Por que ninguém me entende!?&lt;br /&gt;
Aonde busco minha identidade!?&lt;br /&gt;
E defino minha personalidade???&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo parece tão instável.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não importa, o tempo vai passando &lt;br /&gt;
E a juventude já vem chegando...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por fim, só meu amigo Jesus me entende&lt;br /&gt;
E eu continuo sem entender...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E Jesus crescia em estatura, em sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;
e graça, diante de Deus e dos homens. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lc 2, 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-6260171334291519106?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;Uma das súplicas que com mais frequência pedimos e ouvimos é “Ah, meu Deus dai-me paciência!”. Incessantemente suplicamos ao Senhor essa virtude, porém nos falta perspicácia suficiente para percebermos que Deus concede a virtude aliada à prática.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;Nosso Senhor em sua infinita sabedoria, nos proporciona ocasiões para que sejamos pacientes. O hábito faz a perfeição! Quer ser paciente com seu esposo ou sua esposa, com seu pai e mãe, irmãos e amigos? Então aproveite as oportunidades que o Senhor lhe concede, e pratique a paciência. Quantas vezes você se deparou diante daquela situação em que era suficiente um pouquinho mais de paciência para ser resolvida? Bastava respirar fundo e oxigenar o cérebro, ao invés de responder com tanta aspereza. Vejamos a recomendação que a Palavra de Deus nos dá&lt;i&gt;:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;"Um espírito paciente vale mais que um espírito orgulhoso. Não cedas prontamente ao espírito de irritação; é no coração dos insensatos que reside a irritação"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Eclesiastes 7, 8b-9).&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Percebe como a pedagogia de Deus é diferente da nossa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3116296742526735718&amp;amp;postID=921220864163757103&amp;amp;from=pencil" name="yui_3_2_0_15_1323464643830162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na oração de Santa Teresa D´Ávila há uma referência sobre a paciência que diz: “&lt;i&gt;a paciência tudo alcança&lt;/i&gt;”, todavia para alcançar esse “&lt;i&gt;tudo&lt;/i&gt;”, precisamos de muita luta espiritual, muito silêncio. Se for preciso “engolir um sapo” de vez enquanto, não há problema, o importante é atingir nossa meta principal, a eternidade. Não à toa os santos costumavam dizer que uma das formas de martírio, além do da morte de espada, era o martírio da paciência. Assim sendo, ser paciente é uma via segura que nos conduz à santidade. Alcançamos a fortaleza nas adversidades, cultivando a paciência. Porém, o sofrimento somente é vencido pela graça de Deus unido a nossa perseverança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;Esta virtude dos fortes, cada vez está mais escassa&amp;nbsp; em nossa convivência, exige antes de tudo, a confiança em Deus. A paciência é o alimento que sustenta o diálogo. Quando o fio da comunicação familiar se fragiliza, nada melhor que a prática desta virtude. Quantas famílias se desestruturam, separam-se devido à falta de diálogo, de uma boa conversa, ao pé do ouvido, com o cônjuge ou com os filhos. Por vezes, trocamos a paciência pelo orgulho – recordemos novamente: “&lt;i&gt;Um espírito paciente vale mais que um espírito orgulhoso.”&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Ecle 7, 8b). –&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Fixamos uma ideia na cabeça e por nada voltamos atrás, não admitimos erros, seja nosso ou de outrem. Colocamos uma barreira que nos distancia dia após dia. O erro deveria ser uma ponte para o acerto, não um obstáculo capaz de criar um abismo entre pessoas importantes em nossa vida. Nosso erro maior não é falhar por ter tentar, mas desistir sem ao menos ter tentando. Necessitamos, contudo, de muita coragem para superar essas fragilidades provocadas pela fraqueza humana, os fortes de espírito encaram esse desafio da convivência familiar na dificuldade, porém com confiança; ao contrário dos fracos, que lhes faltam o equilíbrio e ousadia para, sem medo, arriscar vencer as barreiras. Outros pensam, que por serem fracos não conseguirão, suas forças são poucas. Além de lhes faltar coragem, falta-lhes confiança na misericórdia de Deus, que tudo sonda.&amp;nbsp; Nesta perspectiva, inúmeras famílias, em seu íntimo, carecem de esperança: esperança em pagar as dívidas, esperança na união da família, esperança no obstáculo das drogas e álcool, esperança contra a violência, esperança na fidelidade conjugal, esperança no futuro, etc. O fundamento da esperança está justamente na paciência, como ouvimos dizer da Sagrada Escritura&lt;i&gt;: “a paciência prova a fidelidade e a fidelidade, comprovada, produz a esperança. E a esperança não engana”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(cf. Romanos 5,4-5). Irmãos, a esperança não engana, pelo contrário ela elucida a nossa paciência em todas as atribulações, pois na provação resta-nos apenas esperar com paciência a graça vinda de Deus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;A paciência também nos salva, pois o Senhor utiliza dela para conosco, São Pedro nos afirma:&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“O Senhor não retarda o cumprimento de suas promessas, como alguns pensam, mas usa da paciência para convosco. Não quer que alguém pereça; ao contrário, quer que todos se arrependam.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(cf. II Pedro 3,9). Ora, se nosso Senhor usa de paciência com a gente, e isso é sinal de misericórdia, não sejamos diferentes para com quem atravessa em nosso caminho, sejamos também sinais de salvação para quem precisa. Seja paciente e tolerante com a vizinha, que insiste em fazer fofoca; seja paciente consigo na luta contra o pecado; tenha paciência nas relações difíceis, no tempo certo a transformação virá e, então você colherá os frutos das sementes lançadas nos sulcos da paciência.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;Façamos juntos a oração da mística e doutora da Igreja:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Nada te perturbe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;nada te amedronte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Tudo passa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;a paciência tudo alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;A quem tem Deus nada falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Só Deus basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Santa Teresa de Ávila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Textbody" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-921220864163757103?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comunicado às atuais gerações, sobre o Natal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Para deixar bem claro: o Natal é o nascimento de Jesus Cristo, Filho de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;
o Salvador do mundo.&amp;nbsp;Natal não é uma data comercial, embora a maioria dos&lt;br /&gt;
meios de comunicação o digam. É mais uma&amp;nbsp;das falácias do capitalismo.&lt;br /&gt;
No meu tempo o presenteado era o aniversariante, hoje segue a tradição?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bom, se quem deve receber o presente é quem faz aniversário, no dia 25 de dezembro,&lt;br /&gt;
quem recebe é o Menino Deus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho uma novidade para quem queira presentear o Jesus Cristinho, daqui uns dias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Consegui descobrir a lista&amp;nbsp;de alguns presentes desejada por Ele, segue a lista:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natal em família (pai, mãe, irmãos, parentes);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Natal em oração (tradicional roda de oração);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Perdão mútuo (águas passadas não movem moinhos);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nada de comilança (seu guloso);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nem bebedeira (seu beberão);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Não compre mais que pode (Crédito das casas Bahia é furada);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;O presente é para o Menino Jesus (Não para casa toda);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Monte seu presépio (o Menino aprecia);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Papai Noel não é Jesus (tem gente que o reverencia mais);&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não copiei a lista toda, mas se quiser eu resumo esta lista em uma única palavra: AMOR!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então, neste Natal ame, e também é importante deixa-se AMAR. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah, a festa será na celebração da Missa mais próxima de onde você estiver,&lt;br /&gt;
lá é o ponto de encontro dos seus amigos do Deus Menino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;FELIZ NATAL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-1043770425005481847?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/bc/content/ldsorg/content/images/Landing-Page-The-Savior-the-Master-Teacher-2010-12-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://lds.org/bc/content/ldsorg/content/images/Landing-Page-The-Savior-the-Master-Teacher-2010-12-28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jesus Cristo realmente trouxe uma nova visão para os conceitos humanos. Quebrou nossos paradigmas e padrões. Depois do Filho de Deus, nem o senso comum pode ser visto da mesma forma&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt;São Paulo, após sua conversão, só restou dizer: &lt;i&gt;“Todo aquele que está em Cristo é uma nova criatura.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(cf. II Cor 5, 17). Tudo se faz novo, um novo olhar nasce, a partir do encontro com o Senhor. Ninguém na história da bíblia saiu da presença de Jesus da mesma forma, sempre algum desafio era lançado para a pessoa atraída por Cristo, além da transformação natural provocada pela força De Sua presença. Contudo, o mais interessante, é que Jesus continua desafiando e atraindo as pessoas a&amp;nbsp;Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Gente humilde, de bom coração que busca viver de um modo coerente, procurando sempre a verdade&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt; Às pessoas assim, Deus tende a revelar-se&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Nosso Mestre,&amp;nbsp; ainda hoje, traz um modo de viver diferente&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; capaz de dar sentido a vida, curar relacionamentos e ensinar o servir com gratuidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt;No relato dos Evangelhos, vemos vários exemplos, que mudam os costumes e redimensionam a uma releitura do modo com que vivemos. Em São Mateus 5, 44, Jesus nos impele &lt;i id="yiv1695208960yui_3_2_0_15_1320598897065461"&gt;“Eu, porém, vos digo: amai vossos inimigos, fazei bem aos que vos odeiam, orai pelos que vos [maltratam e] perseguem.”&lt;/i&gt; Uma nova perspectiva surge com esse mandato. O desafio está em superar o orgulho e a vaidade; não basta amar e orar pelos nossos, isso todos fazem; o novo conceito é ir além, ao encontro do outro, amar aqueles&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que aos nossos olhos não merecem, ter atos de caridade com todos os nossos perseguidores, amar quem não nos ama. Isto é revolução no pensamento, transformação do senso comum do homem de todos os tempos.&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Serviu para as pessoas daquela época, serve também para os homens de boa vontade de nossa época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Todavia, quem não contenta-se com o ordinário, característica própria da juventude, nosso Senhor lança desafios ainda maiores. Continuamos em São Mateus, agora capítulo 19, versículos 21 e 22. Um jovem procura pelo bom Mestre, ávido por algo profundo. No entanto não tem coragem o suficiente para encarar o desafio ao qual Jesus lhe propõe: &lt;i&gt;“Se queres ser perfeito, vai, vende teus bens, dá-os aos pobres e terás um tesouro no céu. Depois, vem e segue-me! Ouvindo estas palavras, o jovem foi embora muito triste, porque possuía muitos bens.” &lt;/i&gt;Com isso, vemos que Cristo tem um intento para cada um de nós, e cada pessoa&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;humana&amp;nbsp;é vista de um modo muito particular por Ele. Foi o caso do jovem rico, Jesus tinha um plano a altura da profundidade do coração daquele jovem, porém, o moço, entristecido, não correspondeu ao chamado do Senhor.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Isto, frequentemente, aco&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt;ntece conosco.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus tem grandes projetos a nosso respeito, no entanto, nem sempre somos audaciosos nos caminhos desejados por Deus. Às vezes, vacilamos, pensamos muito pequeno,&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nossa visão se limita nas coisas cá da terra&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: dark2;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Apegados aos nossos bens terrenos, muitas vezes em nós mesmos, preferimos seguir tristes à aderir o plano de Deus para nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;No Evangelho sinóptico de São Lucas, Jesus segue nos admoestando: &lt;i&gt;“E se fazeis bem aos que vos fazem bem, que recompensa mereceis? Pois o mesmo fazem também os pecadores.”&lt;/i&gt; (cf. Lucas 6,33). Sendo assim, conseguimos compreender que Jesus não nos quer&amp;nbsp;igual a todos,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt;tendo em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mente&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yiv1695208960apple-style-span"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;não somos melhores, mas&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;somos chamamos a temos atitudes diferentes. Cristo Jesus, nos convoca a viver uma verdadeira gratuidade em nosso doar-se. Nossas ações precisam ser movidas de compaixão e misericórdia. Servir sem nada esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white;"&gt;Como as palavras de Cristo continuam atuais! Vemos isso, com o avanço do capitalismo, tudo precisa gerar lucro, “tempo é dinheiro”, porém isso fica a cabo dos outros, porque a nós cristãos cabe sermos livres de recompensas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Viver esta proposta é remar contra a correnteza. E quem disse que Jesus não quis isto? O belo de Jesus é esta provocação, Ele sabe que o coração do homem precisa de desafios, de sentido,&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ser como todo mundo entedia. Observamos isso ao longo da história; quantos homens foram tocados e instigados a viver de um modo diferente. Temos a vida dos santos que foram conquistados por Jesus e souberam fazer a leitura da proposta de Cristo. Deste modo, a vida dessas pessoas servem de modelo para nós, pois viveram na carne esta experiência do encontro com o Senhor, responderam positivamente ao chamado de Deus. Se eles conseguiram, porque nós não iríamos conseguir também? &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;O Beato João Paulo II foi um desses grandes homens que marcaram a história da humanidade. Ele nos incita com&amp;nbsp;belas&amp;nbsp;palavras: &lt;i id="yiv1695208960yui_3_2_0_15_1320598897065584"&gt;“não vos contenteis com nada menos do que os mais altos ideais”&lt;/i&gt;, isto que Jesus quer de nós, altos ideais, juntamente com uma vida instigante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-5800626286568739663?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;És rico por ser jovem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És feliz por ser do bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não gostas do superficial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejas cumprir seu ideal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sonhas alto, queres voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As alturas vais alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vossas asas é o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu impulso um fragor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não nascestes só para o prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tens o desafio inerente ao teu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo inteiro vais conquistar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maldade farás calar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não te falta a disposição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa música é tua curtição &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tua presença contagia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transmites toda energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Não te conformas com a realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscas mais, queres plena felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A angústia toma-te pela insatisfação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só em Deus repousas teu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-5589155072357293910?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Filha, em meus braços segurança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tua vida esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acalento dos sonhos meus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És um pensamento de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorriso se formando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;És um pedaço de mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tradução de tua mamãe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um poema sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinda da semente do amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demos-te a luz, a luz nos dá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desabroche pequenina flor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinda do Jardim de Alá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem neste mundo brilhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papai a ensinará sempre sonhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seu nome possui Sabedoria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não possuísse, não te chamarias Sophia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-3988351482016379252?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_15_132080110042790"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_15_132080110042793"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_15_132080110042796"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" id="yui_3_2_0_15_132080110042799" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Calcutá é o centro da caridade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_15_1320801100427108" style="font-size: large;"&gt;De lá emanam rios de dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Terra onde o humano se fez divino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um anjo passou, deixou um dom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;o dom do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O perfume exalava por entre becos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;favelas e lixões... tratava-se da flor da Índia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sua fragrância era alimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Comida a quem tem fome de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A dor apenas um detalhe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O cuidado um tesouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O vil, o trapo, o sujo, a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um jardim com mesa farta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O sofrimento encontrou amparo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a morte dignidade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;um olhar que a despede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="LTR" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1320801101993296"&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai pão, dai água, dai cuidado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai a vida que não se acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai abrigo a alma sem tenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai descanso ao espírito inquieto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai esperança ao corpo sôfrego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O anjo não tem sexo, tem família,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O desvalido, o precário, o moribundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um pacto de amor, um laço fraternal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quem disse que não há valor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O rejeitado, o nosso marginalizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No sorriso encontrou o desvelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mestra, ensinou o mundo a ter cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Com o que há&amp;nbsp;de mais precioso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um humano, o ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mãe caridade do bem cuidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" id="yui_3_2_0_15_132080110042782" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-109700101671747035?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;”Como conciliar os sofrimentos do dia a dia, com o desejo incontido de felicidade?&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Uma boa alternativa é sair de si, esvaziar-se, ser apenas um recipiente.&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Vez em quando é melhor receber do que doar precariedade.&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Felicidade não é ausência de dor, nem alegria plena,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;é a mistura das duas condições revestidas de sentido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Felicidade é criança.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A vida do cristão é permeada por sacrifício e renúncia, pois, “já não sois hóspedes nem peregrinos, mas sois concidadãos dos santos e membros da família de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;” (&lt;a href="http://www.bibliacatolica.com.br/01/56/2.php" title="Efésios 2,19"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Efésios 2,19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;por esse motivo, devemos viver com tal. Não basta denominar-se católico - de IBGE -, necessário é buscar as coisas do alto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A palavra de Deus diz em Colossenses 3,2: “Afeiçoai-vos às coisas lá de cima, e não às coisas da terra.” A primeira vista, achamos uma palavra comum, porém como é sacrificante viver esta palavra, no seu sentido total, requer muita fé e disciplina, explico: ‘Afeiçoar-se às coisas lá de cima’, quer dizer renunciar pequenas coisas do dia a dia, atos que nem sempre fazemos. Estamos atados, por assim dizer, às coisas da terra, de tal maneira, que por diversas vezes não cumprimos o primeiro dos mandamentos: “Amar da Deus sobre todas as coisas”, se é sobre ‘todas as coisas’ é preciso valer para todas as coisas, não somente para o que é conveniente a nós. Precisa valer sobre nossos afazeres, nossas vontades, nossa própria família. Quantas vezes faltamos à missa dominical para irmos ao cinema, ao teatro, a um aniversário, etc. Ser fiel a esta palavra, significa viver estreitamente ‘as coisas do alto’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Enquanto nosso espírito aspira pela pelas coisas eternas, a santidade; a nossa carne pede às coisas da terra: fofocas; mentira; mesmo aquela mentira aceita socialmente, olhares maliciosos; pensamentos torpes; conversas libidinosas; etc., cedendo a essas coisas, sufocamos nossa alma com nossa liberdade mal empregada. Por vezes, rezar uma ave-maria durante o dia se torna entediante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A Sagrada Escritura segue nos admoestando: “Mortificai, pois, os vossos membros...” (Colossenses 3,5). Nossos membros e sentidos, com efeito, estão imperando sobre nossa vida, a ponto de não conseguirmos ouvir uma exortação, logo revidamos, pois nunca estamos errados. Falta-nos ouvir em silêncio, como Maria o fez, mesmo sem entender, ainda que o fogo de nossa vontade queime em nosso interior. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nossos erros, constantemente, são justificados, procuramos a quem culpar, não nos reconhecemos como pecadores. A arrogância, a autossuficiência do homem moderno chegou a uma estatura que não se admite mais sermos dependentes da misericórdia de Deus Pai. Toda essa realidade é afeiçoar-se às coisas do alto, e consequentemente, mortificar nossos sentidos e membros, ou seja, toda vontade dentro de nós. Entretanto, será que conseguimos ainda, dizer não a nós mesmos para satisfazer o próximo, ou continuamos em nosso mundo egóico?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Um desafio que você pode submeter-se, para testar sua busca pelas alturas, é marcar quanto tempo consegue ficar navegando na internet, pelas redes socias e sites; e depois comparar com o tempo que você permanece com a Palavra de Deus, com a oração do terço. Isso somente se tornará um desafio para você, quando conseguir obter constância na oração, aliás, a constância espiritual foi um dos vários segredos para que os santos conquistassem o céu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Concluo lembrando da frase de Dom Bosco, que diz: “Quem obedece nunca erra”, discípulo apaixonado de Jesus tem um ouvido atenta à voz do Senhor, e daqueles que lhe orientam a alma, observando esses conselhos estaremos macerando tudo em nós, e deixando Cristo imperar em nossa vida, somente assim poderemos fazer das palavras de São Paulo as nossas, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas já&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;não sou eu quem vive, é Cristo que vive em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;” (Gálatas 2,20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&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: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Absorto em devaneios paro diante do silêncio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adeus ao bulício, aos rumores do mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vou prestar o silêncio sagrado no meu coração,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ponto de encontro entre mim e o transcendente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deste meio emana paz, sensibilidade e razão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No silente crepúsculo da razão flui a liturgia celestial&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;até a aurora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Descobri, neste vale,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;a luz do Sol é mais intensa e renovadora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acabei de chegar para mim mesmo, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;quando estou mais em mim, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;vislumbro mais o absoluto, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;por entre os últimos suspiros do entardecer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No silêncio dos meus pensamentos me recolho,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;para dar mais de mim ao outro, e ao Outro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5zdQ0UrdQE/Tofu-3dMF5I/AAAAAAAADjg/Ng6PNCFNg9g/s1600/FELICIDADE+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5zdQ0UrdQE/Tofu-3dMF5I/AAAAAAAADjg/Ng6PNCFNg9g/s320/FELICIDADE+01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961177"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_22_131752461164884" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_22_131752461164887" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961177"&gt;Quando compreenderemos que a retribuição de tapas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;devem ser flores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391652 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164856" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648102" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que insultos precisam ser revidados&amp;nbsp;com sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391654 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164858" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que o perdão liberta a alma, cura a amargura e exalta a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391656 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164860" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Será que estamos longe de saber que a paz se inicia em casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391658 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164862" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;e além do pão nosso de cada dia, temos fome de amor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391660 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164864" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;e que esta fome somente se mata com o "eu te amo" de cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391662 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164866" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391664 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164868" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Entenderemos um dia, que não vale a pena se importar com que os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391666 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164870" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;outros falam, isso não eliminará as críticas a você, nem o fará perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391668 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164872" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que maturidade se adquire com experiência de vida e não com idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391670 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164874" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Entenderemos um dia, que liberdade não é fazer tudo o que queremos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391672 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164876" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;sem medir atos e consequências, antes é ter domínio de si próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391674 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164878" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391676 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164880" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando aprenderemos que esconder o sofrimento com sorrisos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391676 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164882" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;é mascarar a própria vida.O sofrimento é inerente ao ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391676 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164884" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;e dever ser encarado com coragem e maturidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391676 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164886" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Ouvir um sábio ancião, as vezes, é mais seguro que persistir no erro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164888" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;e mesmo o erro, é uma ponte de possibilidades para o acerto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164890" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164890" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando aprenderemos que a culpa nem sempre é do outro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164892" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;que somente no outro encontro a plenitude do meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164894" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que o individualismo nos leva somente ao egoísmo, pois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164896" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;o Homem não é uma ilha, mas é membro de um grande corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391680 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164898" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Ah!Se&amp;nbsp;compreendêssemos, que um olhar e um abraço valem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;mais que mil palavras,&amp;nbsp;que rosas expressam amor e são mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;valiosas que os mais belos diamantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que quando você entra na vida de alguém, junto está recebendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;um mapa de&amp;nbsp;tesouros,&amp;nbsp;ao qual&amp;nbsp;ao longo da vida servirá para&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;descobrir uma fortuna de valores e sacralidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_131748864391650 yui_3_2_0_21_131752461164854" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Esse mapa existe&amp;nbsp;para unir as duas almas em um só amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando descobriremos que nem tudo pode ser relativizado,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;que existe alguém maior que tudo que conhecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Que a vida é feita também de privações, e isso não é o pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;E que é necessário saber viver na abundância e penúria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;na tristeza e alegria, na dor e felicidade, pois o que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;grandioso e duradouro é o que vai e vem da alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando descobriremos, que não saber ler nem escrever não é burrice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas burrice é achar que o analfabeto nada pode acrescentar em sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961148" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Nem tudo na vida pode-se comprar, por exemplo a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_1317488643916120 yui_3_2_0_21_1317524611648138" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961154" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando descobriremos que se a cartomante lê sua história em 5 minutos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_1317488643916120 yui_3_2_0_21_1317524611648138" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961154" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;muito pouco vale sua vida. Que você foi planejando desde toda a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_1317488643916120 yui_3_2_0_21_1317524611648138" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961154" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Eternidade no coração do Criador, e é muito precioso a seus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_1317488643916120 yui_3_2_0_21_1317524611648138" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961154" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648109" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_15_1317488643916120 yui_3_2_0_21_1317524611648138" id="yiv2130828188yui_3_2_0_18_131743448961154" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&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: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_22_131752461164848" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" id="yui_3_2_0_22_131752461164879" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-5420045888561714723?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eBM7NKYN_ImgWWBvIpxQrAxH_24/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eBM7NKYN_ImgWWBvIpxQrAxH_24/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FilhoDaIgreja/~4/pF2M48QgurM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://filhodaigreja.blogspot.com/feeds/5420045888561714723/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://filhodaigreja.blogspot.com/2011/10/felizes-seriamos.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116296742526735718/posts/default/5420045888561714723?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3116296742526735718/posts/default/5420045888561714723?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FilhoDaIgreja/~3/pF2M48QgurM/felizes-seriamos.html" title="Felizes seríamos" /><author><name>Rodrigo Stankevicz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12219119338055665398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aqgb_DpMUvM/TaD74jbdOmI/AAAAAAAADZI/-jBikmoCqSI/s1600/Ro_bigger.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5zdQ0UrdQE/Tofu-3dMF5I/AAAAAAAADjg/Ng6PNCFNg9g/s72-c/FELICIDADE+01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://filhodaigreja.blogspot.com/2011/10/felizes-seriamos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQng-fSp7ImA9WhdUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116296742526735718.post-1658118639962067839</id><published>2011-09-29T12:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:21:03.655-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T17:21:03.655-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maat" /><title>Maat</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDDGnO8gQvU/ToSSdaZi11I/AAAAAAAADjY/GAGOR53ktTI/s1600/maat_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDDGnO8gQvU/ToSSdaZi11I/AAAAAAAADjY/GAGOR53ktTI/s1600/maat_big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Busco a verdade como os rios correm ao mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sei que encontrarei um oceano absoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As sombras da foz terei que passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para encontra-lo, ali estarei diluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cada arroio em mim imerso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Qual força a me levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Você, doce, pura, meu universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Te anseio, te quero amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sua voz fresca e eloquente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sussurra e enlouquece-me por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Para seus braços vou obsequente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Porém, limitado aos&amp;nbsp;ditames&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;ponteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Muitos por ti lutaram até morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A morte lhes apresentou nua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Em vida posso despi-la, minha consorte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E desfriur de tua beleza, à luz da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv126150810MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_15_1317265148626110" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Figura: A  deusa                    Maat&lt;br /&gt;
Museu Egípcio do Cairo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Época:                     1290-1278 a. C. &lt;br /&gt;
Local: Vale dos                    Reis&lt;br /&gt;
Categoria: Relevo&lt;br /&gt;
Material:  Calcário                    &lt;br /&gt;
Técnica: Pintura em                    baixo-relevo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Altura: 74 cm &lt;br /&gt;
Largura:                     47 cm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A pintura mostra a                    deusa Maat usando um ornamento na cabeça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;com uma  pluma                    de avestruz, o símbolo da verdade e da justiça.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-1658118639962067839?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648124" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648124" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648127" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O templo de Deus inspira paz,&lt;o:p id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648130"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_22_1317524611648143" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sentimento pelo mundo querido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ícones, imagens, no quadro um santo audaz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O crucificado exprime, na cruz, um grito incontido:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&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: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Paz!” Isto Ele quis dizer;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Capaz!” Eu posso ser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Viver a capacidade do amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Idêntica a que Ele viveu no lenho da dor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&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: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O amor é a face divina da paz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A justiça é a face humana do amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A morte numa cruz horrenda,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É vida cedida em oferenda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sacrifício renovado no altar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oblata imolado por amar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&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: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O templo de Deus instiga o amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não há, um só ser capaz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que sem justiça, aufira a paz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ou o amor, sem sacrifício e dor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUwZG2N9FCQ/TjhBNAeRLcI/AAAAAAAADgQ/CyuaYu8wpgg/s1600/jovens-em-oracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUwZG2N9FCQ/TjhBNAeRLcI/AAAAAAAADgQ/CyuaYu8wpgg/s320/jovens-em-oracao.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NakrnqP-BKU/SlAJXpErKsI/AAAAAAAAAik/QPbmMiJrSl8/s1600-h/verdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;Jovens ouçam a voz de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;
Ele é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sutil&lt;/span&gt;, no silêncio vai falar.&lt;br /&gt;
Não se engane com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estrondos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;
o mundo é barulhento, quer devorar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A paz que você tanto busca,&lt;br /&gt;
somente Jesus pode &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;proporcionar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
A paz do mundo é passageira,&lt;br /&gt;
E provoca um vazio ao passar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perceba, quando passar a diversão,&lt;br /&gt;
todos irão te abandonar.&lt;br /&gt;
Deus permanece ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;
será um amigo a te amparar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A vida oferece vários caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;
Deus deu a liberdade de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;
As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;consequências&lt;/span&gt; do amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;
Será necessário que você acolha. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Têm dimensão de sua alma,&lt;br /&gt;
o mundo não a pode preencher.&lt;br /&gt;
Seus anseios e necessidades,&lt;br /&gt;
Só Deus pode satisfazer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rodrigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Como um jovem manterá pura a sua vida? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Sendo fiel às vossas palavras." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sl&lt;/span&gt; 118,9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-412325957897209858?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Abra a janela, vem ver &lt;br /&gt;
Do vilarejo mandam avisar&lt;br /&gt;
As flores estão a nascer&lt;br /&gt;
E no pátio crianças a brincar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O céu cinzento foge à luz&lt;br /&gt;
Os bosques estão ganhando cores&lt;br /&gt;
O rio, águas límpidas, conduz&lt;br /&gt;
A nova estação nos agrada com flores&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na varanda uma mãe a amamentar&lt;br /&gt;
Seu hóspede, o sol, entrou por uma fresta&lt;br /&gt;
Um novo tempo está a se movimentar&lt;br /&gt;
O frio do inverno passou, agora é festa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As horas são ditas pelos sinos da Catedral&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos convocam a uma breve oração&lt;br /&gt;
Avós cuidam de seus netos com instinto natural&lt;br /&gt;
Os ventos arejam a casa do coração&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Na praia gritam: valeu a pena esperar!&lt;br /&gt;
Ao longe, a barca está cheia de peixes&lt;br /&gt;
A felicidade convida-nos a banquetear&lt;br /&gt;
Irrigamos com lágrimas, sorrindo colhemos os feixes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-7927981488536671084?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLNTbSix4cc/TnED3u5vY2I/AAAAAAAADhc/u39k7p5F-g4/s1600/all-star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLNTbSix4cc/TnED3u5vY2I/AAAAAAAADhc/u39k7p5F-g4/s320/all-star.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adolescente tem vida boa.&lt;br /&gt;
Descontente quer vida à toa:&lt;br /&gt;
PC, Amores, biscoito,&lt;br /&gt;
Pensa ser melhor após os dezoito!&lt;br /&gt;
Com o advento da maioridade,&lt;br /&gt;
Sinônimo da (falsa) liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;
Quer curtir, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zoar&lt;/span&gt;, sem permissão,&lt;br /&gt;
A obediência enfurece o coração.&lt;br /&gt;
Depois dos dezoito a vida voa,&lt;br /&gt;
Nao há tempo pra vida à toa!&lt;br /&gt;
Bom é pelos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gerentes&lt;/span&gt; ser sustentado,&lt;br /&gt;
Dormir até às dez assossegado.&lt;br /&gt;
Seja piegas, ou seja hilário,&lt;br /&gt;
Não seja seu adversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Serve pra que tu vires gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fvSgItNf1o/TmWD2K8fSkI/AAAAAAAADhM/YtObW3U36GI/s1600/confissao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fvSgItNf1o/TmWD2K8fSkI/AAAAAAAADhM/YtObW3U36GI/s320/confissao.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Bati na porta do confessionário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Acolheu-me a compaixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;O perdão pediu para assentar-me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
E ali minhas misérias deixar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
No sacramento da confissão&lt;br /&gt;
não&amp;nbsp;encontrei nada além da misericórdia.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Asas ganhei, voltei a voar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Toquei o céu num só alceio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Queria de amor gritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Eis a bela verdade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Liberdade, liberdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Somente o Senhor pode me dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;As mãos do padre beijei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;De joelhos fiz a penitência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Agora viver &amp;nbsp;em tudo a paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Sou pecador perdoado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Mais que isso: amado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Despedi-me, para breve voltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Pois preciso limpo sempre ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142148" style="color: black; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;
&lt;span id="yiv993751947yui_3_2_0_6_131196930142171"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;A liberdade é conquistada sem ideologias, evidenciada na verdade. Muitos dizem que ao entrar para a Igreja, ou frequentá-la regularmente torna-se um perigo para a liberdade. Veem a religião como um conjunto de&amp;nbsp;restrições que, além de roubar sua "liberdade" fecha seus olhos para o mundo, colocando como que viseiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Por ignorância é confundido liberdade com libertinagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;. Dizem "sou livre" e, vivem num hedonismo sem precedentes, sobretudo na pós-modernidade, período em que é detestado o limite, a privação, e o sofrimento é visto como um castigo. Contudo, na sabedoria de Léon Tolstói, escritor Russo do século XIX, encontramos um fragmento do conceito autêntico, acerca da liberdade. Léon diz que&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;" não alcançamos a liberdade buscando a liberdade, mas sim a verdade"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ouso acrescentar, a verdade de uma maneira integral, pura em sua essência, não a verdade equivocada. Contudo, Tolstói completa dizendo &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"a liberdade não é um fim, mas uma consequência",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;consequência de uma verdade bem vivida.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Encontramos um exemplo claro na vida e conversão de Santo Agostinho. O Doutor e Bispo da Igreja transitou por todas as correntes da filosofia pagã indo do maniqueísmo ao neoplatonismo. Buscou, pois, a verdade em várias doutrinas&lt;i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;nenhuma a preencheu, sua sede de verdade o fez ir além, e nas pregações de Santo Ambrósio, enfim, encontrou-se com a verdade, que o fez rezar&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"tarde te amei, Beleza antiga e tão nova, eis que procurava fora o que estava dentro de mim",&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e a consequência desta verdade foi justamente a liberdade, tão grande que o levou às honras dos altares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jesus Cristo denominou-se como "o Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida" (Jo 14,6), portanto não andemos por atalhos, nem escolhamos a mentira, que por vezes nos engana, e por fim "escolhe pois a Vida" (Dt. 30,19).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Não permita que as ideologias neutralizem seus pensamentos, aliene sua consciência, pois, deste modo estará corrompendo a sua liberdade, e por conseguinte afastando-se da verdade. Busque a resposta para um mundo em que as ideologias querem igualar tudo, relativizar os conceitos eternos, pondo à prova as palavras de Cristo. Quem disse que o que é falado nas universidades, na mídia corresponde com a verdade, e prima pela liberdade do receptor, qual o critério usado para propagar essas "verdades". Ao meu pensar, surge como confusão para uma geração "ctrl+c" - "ctrl+v". Estamos fadados a nos tornar repetidores de meras informações inverídicas, papagaios de uma mídia decadente. &amp;nbsp;Críticos de plantão, questionem seus próprios conceitos, apurem suas "verdades", sejam fiéis consigo mesmos. Neste quebra-cabeça um lado da liberdade encaixa-se com a verdade, porém, se isso não acontece em suas concepções, está na hora de recomeçar à exemplo de Santo Agostinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dentro da Igreja sua visão se aguça, pois é na doutrina da Igreja, fundamentada na verdade do Evangelho, que encontraremos as respostas para as aspirações humanas mais profundas. Todavia, no Evangelho não encontramos meias verdades, e porque na Igreja encontraríamos? Muitos tentam ajustar os ensinamentos da Igreja de um modo que lhes agradem, permanecendo apenas com o mel da vida cristã, o fel, a cruz de Cristo, poucos abraçam.Ora, Cristo veio ao mundo para agradar os homens ou ao Pai?Suas palavras são fortes, somente corajosos a vivem. "Se alguém quer me seguir, renuncie a si mesmo, tome sua cruz e siga-me." (Lc 9,23). Ou somos íntegros e coerentes, ou estamos fragmentados com as meias verdades de um mundo pós-moderno&amp;nbsp;mutilado, prostrado diante de uma liberdade ilusória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O coração humano anseia pela liberdade justificada na verdade. Verdade esta que&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"não é fruto da imaginação de cada indivíduo"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;como disse nosso saudoso beato João Paulo II.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="yui_3_2_0_6_1312763488771116"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;No coração de um jovem existem milhares de sentimentos, tudo o que lhe faz feliz e, tudo o que lhe assombra. Ele não consegue expressar todos esses sentimentos, por isso, por vezes as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;lágrimas os traduzem. Outros sentimentos vem à tona através de um sorriso maroto, um olhar carente, uma atitude impensada. Contudo, essas impressões juvenis são fruto de um coração sedento pelo absoluto, todas as atitudes são intencionadas para o bem, conquanto nem todas tenham o resultado final sendo o bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="LTR" id="Seção1"&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="yui_3_2_0_6_1312763488771991"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="yui_3_2_0_6_131276348877148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O erro na tentativa frustrada do acerto, faz parte da 	rotina de um jovem. Quem sabe por ter tanta energia acumulada em seu 	interior, não consiga, ainda, canalizá-la para o que é justo e 	necessário. O caminho para a felicidade é inato, uma necessidade 	básica do jovem, enquanto não conseguir se sentir satisfeito, 	ainda não chegou ao fim. Acaba quanto o espírito se esgota, quando 	o instante fala mais alto. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O sentido da felicidade não está claro, 	elucidado em seu entendimento; consequência de decepções 	amorosas, relacionamentos superficiais, entrega fora de hora, 	dedicação traída. Seu coração está absorto num passado tão 	presente, que compromete o futuro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="LTR" id="Seção2"&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="yui_3_2_0_6_1312763488771992"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.do" name="yui_3_2_0_6_1312763488771481"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jovem algum, todavia, resiste a respostas fáceis, a 	discursos prontos, ou consolações decoradas. Antes, um abraço 	sincero, um olhar, profundo em sua alma, ou até mesmo uma palavra 	reconfortante. Isto fortalece seu espírito, então ele volta à 	vida, ao ciclo vital, próprio de sua mocidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Um ombro amigo é 	sua força impulsionadora, capaz de o elevar, de fazê-lo fixar sua 	atenção, ao menos por um instante na realidade. A amizade o faz 	confiar, o dá asas para voar mais alto em direção ao objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 	motivo esse que um amigo é tão caro a um jovem coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Um coração jovem não é fácil ser compreendido, 	muito menos com preconceitos, ou&amp;nbsp;conjecturas&amp;nbsp;maliciosas. 	Para entender este coração juvenil, caminhe com ele, conheça-o de uma maneira 	total. Deste modo, conseguirá perceber, mesmo que a apalpadelas, 	este mundo real, recôndito no limiar da ilusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="LTR" id="Seção3"&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Este 	apelo existencial, palco de várias crises, que grita por 	socorro,&amp;nbsp;só necessita de atenção; de alguém que o escute, 	sem que o interrompa com àquelas respostas prontas e morais; alguém 	que o entenda, sem aquelas velhas condições; alguém que o 	envolva, pois um coração juvenil apaixona-se fácil, seu amor é 	desprendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Um 	coração jovial é uma panela de tesouro no fim do arco-íris, 	muitos a querem, mas é necessário a combinação eterna, entre a aliança Solar e a bela mão da doce Chuva para tê-la, por isso é um fenômeno da natureza; é uma 	riqueza insondável de pensamentos que desencadeiam ações geradora 	da vitalidade ao ciclo da vida. Não queira se limitar a palavras 	para descrever um jovem coração, você pecaria nas palavras. Por 	isso, nos foi dado a oportunidade de viver a juventude, para não 	precisarmos descrevê-la, mas experimentá-la no mais alto nível 	que esta etapa da vida pode nos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;proporcionar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Somente quem criou a mocidade é que pode amá-la à altura que ela se estabelece; só este mesmo Criador pode honrá-la de um modo tão único e nobre, a ponto de por ela entregar a vida&amp;nbsp;de um único Justo por injustos. Foi o pacto eterno do sangue de um, que fez com que o verdadeiro sentido jovial voltasse ao seu curso natural. São esses escândalos amorosos que preenchem e dão sentido ao jovem coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ser jovem é um estilo 	de vida, vividos por poucos, passado por muitos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*A todos os sacerdotes no dia de São João Maria Vianney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Semente do amor germinada na montanha,&lt;br /&gt;
Voz amorosa que se alastra, se derrama; voz toda.&lt;br /&gt;
O iníquo banha-se nas cascatas da misericórdia,&lt;br /&gt;
É o dom de recolher o cisco do canto das almas.&lt;br /&gt;
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O impetuoso desce in persona e doa Christi.&lt;br /&gt;
Milagre visível-invisível:&lt;br /&gt;
Nas mãos floresce o fruto da graça.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ouvi vós: Cura d’ Ars, o patrono,&lt;br /&gt;
Beijaria suas mãos à dum anjo.&lt;br /&gt;
Eleve-se com os anjos nas alturas,&lt;br /&gt;
Glorifique com os Arcanjos às alturas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seu serviço continua a redenção.&lt;br /&gt;
Todo amor: num ato diviniza e é divinizado.&lt;br /&gt;
Bendito com sinal benze: torna bento.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sua fraqueza não limita a graça,&lt;br /&gt;
Força posta no que não passa.&lt;br /&gt;
No altar, seu eterno ofício,&lt;br /&gt;
Antecipa o céu a nós.&lt;br /&gt;
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Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Com gratidão à Jaqueline e Thiago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A lembrança de velhos e bons amigos chegou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;com uma batida na porta, um envelope lindo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;O afeto adentrou e nos comoveu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;A carta, que linda carta! não seria tão belo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;não fosse manuscrita, coisas do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;É, amigos mandam cartas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;é um registro nobre de&amp;nbsp;autenticidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;De coração para coração pulsa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;uma amizade que vigia a aurora,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;como o Sol todo dia se apresenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em seu esplendor, assim são os amigos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;ue chegam iluminando nossos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Guarda teu amigo sob a chave de tua própria vida."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-6008028258595729168?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que renunciem ao individualismo crônico do século, e junte-se a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;comunidade, pois é mais digno errar junto do que sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Que substituam o prazer imensurado pelo desafio de um novo viver. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Lutando sem cansaço talhe sua marca na História, e faça com que sua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;própria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;história torne-se luz cintilante no fim do túnel para os que estão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;iniciando sua jornada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;dando a eles a possibilidade de um começo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;acertado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovens que não deixem de sonhar, porém com os pés no chão,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;que façam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;de seus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;alucinógenos a caridade. Que troquem a coragem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pelo medo do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;amanhã, que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;aceitem o sofrimento como uma forma de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;crescimento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;e não fujam da dor, mas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a dêem um sentido outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quer se encontrar jovens que vivam altos ideais, sem ter medo de serem &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;chamados de careta, e se careta é ser diferente, criou-se um novo estilo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;de vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A sociedade continua a procura de jovens que assumam o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;compromisso com o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;ser humano, de preservar sua essência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Optando pelo vida, sejam construtores&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;uma outra sociedade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;fundamentada na ética, com carácter preservem nossas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;crianças da&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;imoralidade, e fundem seus princípios na verdade geradora da autêntica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;liberdade. Jovens amantes da família, mesmo com todas as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;dificuldades ocasionada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pelo convívio íntimo dos entes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Que não apenas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;indignem com a injustiça,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;mas que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;nos pequenos atos pratiquem a justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovens que aprendam que os obstáculos foram feitos para serem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;superados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;que os&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;sofrimentos existem para lhes ensinar que a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;vida precisa passar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;crivo da prova&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;para valer a pena. Que não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;envergonhem-se de levantar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a mais belas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;das bandeiras, a de Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Moças e rapazes que vivam a castidade, pois esta profunda atitude&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pertence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a quem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;é grandioso e forte de espírito. E mais, que proclamem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;viver, esta ditosa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;virtude de quem ama, nos dias de hoje,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;em meio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a uma sociedade medíocre, e uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;mentalidade esquálida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Sonha-se com jovens do futuro, que idealizem a eternidade, sem se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;conformarem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;com o presente incúrio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovens imprevisíveis no campo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;das ideias, conquanto não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;se deixem ser persuadidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;por ideologias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;enganadoras, que mascaradas por um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;idealismo falso revelam-se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;na incoerência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovens humanos que façam de sua profissão um ato de amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Impávidos na luta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;contra o pecado,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;não deixando-se levar pela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;onda da massa, pois a massa se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;fragmenta, então resta a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovens que encontrem na breve existência a profundidade do indivíduo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;e afastem-se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;da superficialidade que causa sequelas ao coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Há um mundo apostando nos princípios e valores eternos, que está&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;cansado de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;meias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;verdades, sedento pela verdade absoluta inscrita&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;no próprio coração humano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Os desafios são muitos, poucos os&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;agentes destes ideais. A decisão é sua, de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;alistar-se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;nesta leva, e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;trilhar um caminho inverso, mas instigante e com sentido&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;profundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A aventura é válida se a causa é magna, teu coração&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;te diz que vale&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pena, segui-o.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Não queira uma vida igual a tudo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;que se vê, anseie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;por algo totalmente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;novo e desafiador.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jovem dê&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;o primeiro passo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;para sua independência, e enfim virá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a tão almejada liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 49.7pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;”&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;que sejam jovens para que eu vos ame.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dom Bosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-6530227805362207694?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ecoaram palavras em meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;
Tive certeza do que eu queria!&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvi a voz de Cristo na homilia,&lt;br /&gt;
Bento chamou os jovens a uma decisão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A princípio tomou-me o medo, vacilei.&lt;br /&gt;
Porém, a voz era forte do Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;
Deixei tudo, para me dedicar a um amor,&lt;br /&gt;
O matrimônio seria o dom à pessoa que estimei.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seria sempre um menininho não fosse esta opção.&lt;br /&gt;
Senti a vida mergulhada, imersa na liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;
Foi um salto no definitivo. Abracei a&amp;nbsp;verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Minha vida ganhou sentido nesta vocação.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jovens, não tenham medo da vida entregar,&lt;br /&gt;
A Cristo, bom amigo, teu coração bondoso!&lt;br /&gt;
Teresa D'ávila já dizia:' Jesus ser um pagador generoso',&lt;br /&gt;
Somente nEle a vida autêntica você pode desfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quem deixa sua vida por Cristo, a vida encontrará.&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhe os sonhos de Deus, tenha coragem!&lt;br /&gt;
Ele não fala no turbilhão, mas na aragem,&lt;br /&gt;
Sua vida escondida em Deus está, crê e achará.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rodrigo Stankevicz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S:&lt;i&gt; Poema em agradecimento ao &lt;a href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/speeches/2009/march/documents/hf_ben-xvi_spe_20090321_incontro-giovani_po.html"&gt;Papa Bento XVI &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;por sua homilia&amp;nbsp;aos jovens,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;nesta ocasião tomei a decisão definitiva de casar-me com a Evelyn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hoje sou muito feliz pela vocação que fui chamado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3116296742526735718-8453167568587256729?l=filhodaigreja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Subindo Santa Teresa,&lt;br /&gt;
Perdi o bonde, que tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O bonde de tantas alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;
Que vem e que passa,&lt;br /&gt;
Que sobe que desce...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrisos, flash´s, canções.&lt;br /&gt;
E os "gringos" que se deleitam&lt;br /&gt;
Com as mulatas...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uns sentados, outros em pé.&lt;br /&gt;
Tem até descrente,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a maioria é gente de fé!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Têm idosos e crianças no bonde&lt;br /&gt;
De Santa Teresa, negros e brancos.&lt;br /&gt;
Tem pobres e ricos, como o bonde&lt;br /&gt;
reúne todos assim?&lt;br /&gt;
Deve se porque o bonde é de todos!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E eu continuo subindo a pé,&lt;br /&gt;
à espera do próximo bonde.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Graça e Paz, xP.&lt;br /&gt;
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Te amo,&lt;br /&gt;
Banhado pelos raios da lua,&lt;br /&gt;
É de noite que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Teu romantismo me envolve e acalenta.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma solicita brisa foge ao luar&lt;br /&gt;
Encontra em tua pele o toque sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;
Os trigais bailam ao som do vento,&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto tu bailas em meus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;
As folhas secas, ao chão, ditam nosso caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite disfarça sem ti, sua incompletude.&lt;br /&gt;
Orna o céu com estrelas à sua ausência.&lt;br /&gt;
Céu noturno, límpido, puro igual nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;
Amor que nasce da ausência.&lt;br /&gt;
A bela noite só brilha, à luz das estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;
Pela ausência do flamejante sol,&lt;br /&gt;
A noite o derruba no horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;
E abre as cortinas de nossa paixão.&lt;br /&gt;
Que Brilha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O sereno me molha,&lt;br /&gt;
Seus beijos úmidos me apaixonam,&lt;br /&gt;
Seu corpo atado ao meu segue noite afora.&lt;br /&gt;
As almas entrelaçadas num gozo eterno.&lt;br /&gt;
Errante, sigo te amando, num desejo insólito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo,&lt;br /&gt;
Banhado pelas gotas do orvalho,&lt;br /&gt;
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