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Polemizar não é a missão do Cristão, mas sim a de viver e anunciar a Jesus Cristo. E é sabendo que fui chamado para a defesa e confirmação do Evangelho que resolvi escrever sobre este assunto.

Depois do ‘Carnaval Gospel’, o evento mais esperado do calendário brasileiro ‘cristão’ é a festa junina, conhecido nalgumas igrejas como o ‘Sem João com Cristo’ ou outros disfarçados nomes.

Quanto a esta
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O amor é a Rainha das graças cristãs. É uma santa disposição nos dada quando nascemos de novo de Deus. É o amor de Deus derramado em nossos corações pelo Espírito Santo. O verdadeiro amor espiritual é caracterizado pela mansidão e ternura, todavia, é vastamente superior às cortesias e bondades da carne.

Devemos ser cuidados para não confundir sentimentalismo humano, alegria 
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Ganhou por ter sido eleito um candidato do Governo, e não um da oposição. Ganhou por ter sido eleito um candidato dela... Ou alguém duvida disto?



Diga tchau, Ricardo!
Se Ricardo Murad fosse o candidato
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Votei em Flavio Dino, mas não tenho concordado com esse oportunismo por parte dele. A coisa ficou tão sem medida que Flavio Dino já se confunde todo e sai com essa de “derrotamos o atraso no Brasil”.

Que derrota, cara pálida?

Dilma Rousseff foi eleita presidente do Brasil. E se Dilma ganhou, e esta é a continuação do governo Lula, como é que alguém que diz que a apoia 
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Há muito venho alertando o que a oposição maranhense não enxerga: a candidatura de Roseana Sarney é frágil e, muito diferente do que apontam as pesquisas eleitorais, Roseana não se elegerá.

Desde o início, quando Ricardo Murad tentou desvirtuar o #ForaRoseanaSarney, grito dito pelo povo do Maranhão e não por algum candidato, isto ficou claro: o #ForaRoseanaSarney incomodou.

Por quê? Simples. 
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Sou maranhense, eleitor pensante, conheço a pobreza de meu Estado, nunca vi tanto cinismo e engodo como nos programas eleitorais da Roseana Sarney, e sei que o desejo de tirá-la do 
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No seio do "Cristianismo" há pessoas que vivem como bem entendem e que, ainda assim, desejam as bênçãos do Evangelho de Cristo Jesus.

Explico:

As pessoas não leem a Palavra - exceto em reuniões da igreja; não conhecem Jesus - exceto como nome poderoso nas bocas dos faladores de Deus; não oram - exceto dando gritos de apoio às orações coletivas; não praticam a Palavra - exceto a palavra do 
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Passados doze meses de um escrito quanto ao que a humanidade fez com o Natal, hoje, como um homem convertido em Cristo, observo que algumas igrejas têm-se questionado se é necessário comemorar o Natal.Na verdade, algumas igrejas até eliminaram, de uma forma abrupta, o culto de Natal; outras proíbem até falar do Natal ou alguma coisa parecida. A base que eles têm é a defesa de alguns líderes 
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A história da literatura está repleta de episódios de cegueira crítica quanto à própria obra ou quanto a de outros colegas de Letras.
O caso de Franz Kafka é provavelmente o mais conhecido: ele nomeou seu amigo, Max Brod, como executor testamentário e ordenou-lhe que queimasse todos os seus escritos.
... Felizmente Brod não o obedeceu, ou nunca leríamos O Processo ou o emaranhado - também 
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Dogmas:
1. Este é um mundo medíocre. Não se engane: existe uma conspiração para transformar cada um de nós numa pessoa medíocre, ou seja, numa pessoa que se conforma ao mundo.
2. Existiram pessoas não medíocres - não medíocre = contestadoras; a Maior delas foi pregada numa cruz; outras foram maltratadas, perseguidas e desvalorizadas em vida - Vincent Van Gogh, Soren Kierkegaard, Friedrich 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pKOPhdBzPNJSbTfyDALwizidVCU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pKOPhdBzPNJSbTfyDALwizidVCU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/PsDoYuriAlmeida/~4/wb8fdlooyfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://psdoyurialmeida.blogspot.com/2009/11/guia-de-resistencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQnw8fyp7ImA9WhZWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17180550.post-2343020270764558163</id><published>2009-11-18T09:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-05-14T06:07:43.277Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-14T06:07:43.277Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia" /><title>O orkut e nossa curiosidade sobre o outro</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://psdoyurialmeida.blogspot.com/feeds/2343020270764558163/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://psdoyurialmeida.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-orkut-e-nossa-curiosidade-sobre-o.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180550/posts/default/2343020270764558163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17180550/posts/default/2343020270764558163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PsDoYuriAlmeida/~3/DsxN75dLPJA/o-orkut-e-nossa-curiosidade-sobre-o.html" title="O orkut e nossa curiosidade sobre o outro" /><author><name>Yuri Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12157605595802037459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH7_QWbgmQc/SU2zMbgWpSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/eWB4T7f8-yI/S220/yuri.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kH7_QWbgmQc/SwPizxdKrVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/OXtoDzxh-SA/s72-c/curioso.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html"> De uns tempos pra cá, ando estudando uma ferramenta da rede social Orkut, que denuncia quem visitou mais recentemente o nosso perfil - e que denuncia a nossa visita, em perfis de outros usuários, também.Em conclusão, tenho que a idéia da ferramenta espiã é de nos incitar a ir ao perfil do outro. Conhecê-lo. Ante esta idéia, fiquei pensando: por que temos toda essa curiosidade sobre o outro?Vendo
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Perante uma situação de desalento ou desmotivação, temos de ter uma jogada de inteligência emocional. O que é isto, talvez eu não saiba responder por definição, mas por experiência.
Uma jogada de inteligência emocional é conseguir contrariar as nossas emoções com estilo, com nível; de forma a surpreendermo-nos a nós próprios!
É qualquer coisa do gênero; estou tão triste, mas dar uma gargalhada 
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Ora, aqui estão duas palavras que nunca tinha pensado que me levassem a questionar o seu sentido ou significado.
Ontem, estava a ouvir uma coisa qualquer na televisão; ao que alguém disse: “tenho de ir, pois não gosto de chegar atrasado…”, mas o rapaz nunca que se ia embora, e eu pensei; “não gosta, mas continuando aí, vai chegar atrasado! Se não quisesse chegar atrasado, já tinha se posto a 
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Relendo o livro O Pequeno Príncipe, de Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, clareou-me uma questão digna de post: chegamos a adultos sem darmos por isto.
É um processo tão radical, que se torna comparável ao nascimento, em que, ao passar por um canal de luz, passamos de seres não identificados para gente pequenina.
Ainda ontem eu era uma criança, dei um salto por cima de alguma coisa que desconheço, e 
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Estarrecidos, assistimos mais uma vez a depredação da instituição republicana estampar as capas dos jornais: trata-se, novamente, da mais nova expressão do patrimonialismo na política brasileira.
Não obstante, muito espanto causa a postura inerte da sociedade civil diante desses fatos.
Por que não se escandaliza o cidadão ao ver a sua coisa – ora, sua coisa enquanto genuína expressão do espírito
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Eu andava pela rua - chovia - quando me vi pensando na tristeza.
Foi assim: eu estava me lembrando da terrivelmente amada Clarice, e da amizade dela com o Lúcio Cardoso; a quem ela respeitava muito e que parece ter elegido como uma espécie de mentor literário.
A tristeza de Clarice é contagiante. Ela faz parte de um seleto grupo de escritores que fazem da sua dor uma obra de arte; quando em 
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Sempre ouvi dizer que a palavra saudade não possui equivalente em outras línguas...
Talvez não tenha definição, nem entendimento, daí a dificuldade de tradução.
Para mim, torna-se difícil definir, ou fazer com que entendam o que eu sinto quando digo: "tenho saudades…"
Na verdade, nem eu sei muito bem o que são saudades… Saudades daquele tempo, saudades de alguém que partiu, saudades de alguém 
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Comecei a ler O Cânone Ocidental, de Harold Bloom. O subtítulo é expressivo: "Os livros e a escola do tempo". Grande verdade.
Vivemos numa época pretensiosa. Em toda parte, pretensos intelectuais apresentam afirmações questionáveis - sobre religião, sobre literatura, sobre filosofia, cinema, arte - que poucos refutam.
É fácil explicar o porquê. Nossa época é também uma época ignorante; mas como
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Essa nossa língua portuguesa é realmente um "show" de preciosidades. Eu tinha acabado de ler uma reportagem antiga, na revista Veja, sobre o embate entre o anterior português e o atual, lusco, sobre o "falar direito", quando toca o interfone.
Do outro lado, uma voz, em melancólico, pedindo; "Sr., tenho passado por muitas dificuldades. O Sr. me daria uma ajuda?"
Ainda sob o influxo da reportagem,
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