<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930</id><updated>2012-01-26T05:47:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Simplesmente Netinho..."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-5444766475458225899</id><published>2011-12-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:16:14.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Netinho em 2011...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJUiSOwavlc/Tv1HIWLLNdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4tkDkKsynoc/s1600/ano2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJUiSOwavlc/Tv1HIWLLNdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4tkDkKsynoc/s320/ano2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdendo e se situando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito que se não fosse essa sensação de perca não escreveria tanto assim! Quer dizer, tempo passa, tempo vem sinto que vou me perdendo... Minha alma tem essa constante mania de adormecer, de se entregar e ir sumindo, diminuindo, esquecendo. Às vezes alguém dentro em mim olha pra vida, pras coisas que acontecem, e se distancia em busca de um lugar quieto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O fato é que me perco, que não encontro referência, que me estranho comigo mesmo. Acontece, apenas acontece... Não existe resposta! No mundo existem aqueles que se identificam com o reluzente e aqueles, como eu, que se identificam com o ordinário. Nós corremos e tentamos, tentamos e tentamos demasiadamente... Perseguimos coisas dentro e fora pra no final acabarmos no &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;‘Im Lost’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aliás, ultimamente palavras como &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Loser&lt;/span&gt; andam surgindo em meu caminho, se tornaram pedrinhas que vou chutando enquanto caminho a diante. Entretanto há uma verdade em tudo isso... Existem aqueles que se encontram quando se sentem perdidos. Nem sempre uma sensação fala de um ser, às vezes as coisas estão apenas se movendo por dentro, perdendo a gravidade. Acho que o mundo se equilibra assim, com as folhas que correm com o vento e as que correm com o rio, no fim das contas todas correm, todas chegam lá, todas caíram de algum lugar e se vão para outro, com um único propósito, um único objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isso é a minha humanidade, essa é a minha essência... Minha inclinação toda manhã que levanto e todo dia que vivo sem a Pedra que me equilibra. Sou dramático e levemente excêntrico, ansioso e distraído, meigo e irritadiço. Amanheço feliz e me deito em lágrimas. Frustro-me. Desisto de tudo, esqueço do mundo e me fecho. Imperfeito? É verdade, bem verdade... Imperfeito! Mas isso sou eu sem Aquele detalhe que tempera todo o meu viver... E sabe o que mais? O mundo anda precisando disso, de perdidos que vão se situando por intermédio Dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto escrito com base nas esperiências vividas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e superadas em 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-5444766475458225899?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5444766475458225899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/netinho-em-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5444766475458225899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5444766475458225899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/netinho-em-2011.html' title='...Netinho em 2011...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJUiSOwavlc/Tv1HIWLLNdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4tkDkKsynoc/s72-c/ano2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-1338228918682024665</id><published>2011-12-20T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:14:02.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Geração Monstro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/eSgVqplJzJ4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSgVqplJzJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSgVqplJzJ4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Perfect - P!nk.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/vyJmCzyblwY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyJmCzyblwY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vyJmCzyblwY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿I Kissed a Girl - Kate Perry.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desde que o mundo é mundo existem conceitos. Existe o conceito do que é certo e errado, o conceito do belo e do&amp;nbsp;feio, daquilo que é digno e do que não é, em fim, há conceito sobre tudo. No decorrer da evolução humana, das suas conquistas e de seus avanços científicos esses conceitos ganharam mais espaço no meio da sociedade, de modo que o homem hoje é o que ele possui, ou seja, um lindo corpo, sucesso financeiro e todos os ideais do meio social. O problema com o conceito é que ele tem prazo de validade, um dia o homem cansa de suas futís exigências e rompe com aquilo que antes julgou ser importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A geração 21, geração do séc. 21, é aquela geração universitária que acredita na mudança da sociedade. É a geração que debate sobre políticas públicas na segunda-feira e vai&amp;nbsp;na balada aos Domingos, que tem como uma de suas bandeiras a 'aceitação'. Atualmente não importa se a cor da pele é preta ou amarela, se se ama meninos como se deveria amar meninas, se&amp;nbsp;é pobre ou é rico, pois o importante é ser feliz à cima de qualquer conceito. A juventude está rompendo com o 'tradicional' e está se permitindo 'experimentar': Puxar maconha uma vez não significa que se é um viciado, beijar uma garota não significa que está apaixonado, são apenas momentos, coisas que vão passar, morrer na memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta geração é a geração Monstro, a geração:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"...Não persiga seus demônios, aprenda a conviver com eles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, isso está estampado nos mais famosos vídeo clips, está sendo cantado pelas mais belas vozes.&amp;nbsp;É a&amp;nbsp;geração que resolveu se amar e pra tanto&amp;nbsp;fará o possível e o impossível, buscará o&amp;nbsp;seu lugar. Entretanto, apesar de tudo que foi refletido aqui sabe-se que o Amor verdadeiro não está em atitudes vazias, não está na compreensão do desprezível, não está no mover de braços fortes... Está em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A Cruz é a expressão exata da aceitação. A Bíblia é o verbo exato da aceitação. Cristo é a esperança do amor. Por mais que canções cantem, que histórias lindas de amor aconteçam, por mais que toda uma sociedade mude e um movivmento ganhe o mundo. Só existiu Um capaz de doar sua Vida por amor ao desprezível, Ele mesmo tem visto o mundo, Ele mesmo tem movido sobre a humanidade, Ele mesmo encontrará uma forma de curar tudo aquilo que está ferido, tudo aquilo que cada vez mais tem se tornado enfermo. Cristo reinará em paz, equilibrará os anseios humanos e estabelecerá seu reino em verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-1338228918682024665?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1338228918682024665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/geracao-monstro.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1338228918682024665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1338228918682024665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/12/geracao-monstro.html' title='...Geração Monstro...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7030217234018021501</id><published>2011-10-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T11:45:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Deus, um dogma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5FsJkCIzI/TpCaRi_3RQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Tg9aHUWb9_g/s1600/Blogger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661194357847835906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5FsJkCIzI/TpCaRi_3RQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Tg9aHUWb9_g/s320/Blogger1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Numa dessas manhãs na sala de aula estava entre Pãnini, Aristóteles e Platão. A Linguagem é um fenômeno lindo, e o homem vem tentado esgotar suas faculdades desde o Séc. IV ac. Já havíamos passado pela Índia, Grécia e por todo o império de Alexandre Magno, ví conceitos, passei pela filologia e me deparei com os estudos científicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Existem momentos que são peculiares, a chuva por exemplo, ela simplesmente cai, não marca hora, não faz anúncio, não desiste de chover... Quando ela vem molha tudo aquilo que pode alcançar. Assim é muita coisa na Vida, inclusive o encontro do homem com Deus, mas voltemos à Linguistica. A ciência ensina que um estudo sempre deve ser refutável, passível de questionamentos. Deve ser consistente, econômico entre muitas outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Ela tem a síndrome dos fatos, só consegue trabalhar com o palpável e multável. Aquilo que diz-se concreto, esgotado e imultável não é ciência é outra coisa... Dentre tantas pode ser dogma. Sabe-se que a essência de Deus é inabalável, sua soberania inquestionável, seus atributos inexplicáveis: Deus é o maior dogma existente e a ciência não dá conta disto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Aprendi muito sobre estudos ciênctíficos, arrasei na prova, mas, entendi porque dizem que Deus é um dogma. Há várias formas de encarar isso sabe? Talvez, seja um dos grandes elogios a Deus a ciência tratá-lo como dogma, já que a partir desta afirmação ela exprime sua ineficiência, ineficácia diante de um ser tão irrefutável e absoluto como o Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Deus simplesmente cura, não cogita possibilidades! Ele toca o coração sem abrir o nosso tórax, Ele derrama a graça sobre o homem sem que este a mereça. Deus é O Dogma. A ciência é tão pequenina que nem diante de uma tentativa milenar de macular a identidade de Deus ela se vê vitoriosa. Diante Dele ela sucumbe ao convite a despir-se dos fatos, e simplesmente se recusa ir ao descanso de Deus. Não dá conta de um Ser tão transcedente viver harmônicamente com o natural, o corriqueiro, o humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;O encontro do homem com Deus é algo inexplicável e não pode ser financiado por outro qualquer. Enquanto uns se perdem em devaneios e trivialidades torço para que os mesmo se rendam a Deus. Pois Ele é o advento divisor na Vida da humanidade, uma vez rendido a sua vontade, rendido se está eternamente. Que a Ele seja a honra e a glória para todo o sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7030217234018021501?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7030217234018021501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/deus-um-dogma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7030217234018021501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7030217234018021501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/10/deus-um-dogma.html' title='...Deus, um dogma...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5FsJkCIzI/TpCaRi_3RQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Tg9aHUWb9_g/s72-c/Blogger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-3912777766274503023</id><published>2011-08-02T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:56:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...O jugo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3_0PY6hrRA/Tjg84F7bgsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jee0X0Fg1R8/s1600/jugo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636321868015960770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3_0PY6hrRA/Tjg84F7bgsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jee0X0Fg1R8/s320/jugo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinde a mim, todos os que estais cansados e oprimidos, e eu vos aliviarei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomai sobre vós o meu jugo, e aprendei de mim, que sou manso e humilde de coração, e encontrareis descanso para a vossa alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mt 11: 28.29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Cansados e oprimidos, quantos de nós não andamos assim? Cansados do fracasso, oprimidos pelo pecado, com as emoções aos frangalhos... E como dói. Todo mundo no mundo tem alguma coisa em si mesmo que não gosta, e, quando nos convertemos trazemos tudo isso para dentro da realidade de Deus. As vezes esse 'tudo isso' já faz tão parte de nós que nem damos conta de que ele está ali, e ali permanece, sem ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Nesse lance da renovação da nossa mente na caminhada com Cristo aprendi a desfazer-me do aparente. As expectativas no visível esperando pela satisfação que o harmonioso traz já foi embora de mim, pois satisfação para o cristão tem de ser Cristo. Entretanto há essa 'crise' que os existencialistas cristãos vivem todos os dias na pele. Esse paradoxo do 'já e ainda não' mexendo com as estruturas humanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;A tentação tem vários perigos, e talvez o mais destrutivo deles seja a opressão. A tentação tem essa atitude de querer nos oprimir, nos coloca diante de nosso espelho espiritual e fica berrando dentro de nós que estamos mais magros do que devíamos: "Olha só essas costelas aparecendo, e esse rosto fino? Você não vê como não está saudável, subnutrido? Deixa de ser ridículo, porque você nunca vai chegar lá, no ideal de Cristo!" Ela agarra nossos cabelos pela nuca e fica nos esfregando contra o espelho, na esperança de nos deixar depressivos espirituais, sem ação e reação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Esse joguinho emocional é tudo que a tentação tem contra nosso espírito. Ela sabe que reagir contra o pecado, em grande parte, é dever nosso. Renovar a mente está em encher-se de Deus, e encher-se traz o domínio próprio, a doce consolação que o Espírito nos dá. Tudo isso parte do princípio de ir a Deus... de ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;O título da passagem do 'Vinde a mim...' tem por nome: O jugo de Jesus. Jugo, aquela coisa nas costas que os bois usam para levar a carroça. A finalidade do jugo é fazer com que os animais caminhem juntos, alinhados e focados para o lugar que estão indo. São quatro patas caminho para o mesmo fim, elas precisam de ser um só. Nessa passagem Jesus convida aquelas pessoas a virem para o seu jugo. Ele ainda diz que isso é um segredo revelado aos pequeninos, em outras palavras: Aproveitem o convite galera! Não é pra todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Ir pra Jesus é pegar as quatro patas da carne e colocar do lado direito das do espírito, depois pegar as quatro patas da alma e colocar do lado esquerdo. É não ceder quando uma delas incomodar, ensinando a humildade e mansidão. Aquilo que essas três criaturas estão carregando é a sua Vida, ela não pode ir pra qualquer lugar, o Senhor já está a esperando lá no fim, é necessário aprender isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;E finalisando essa reflexão eu termino com a promessa do descanso, o descanso pra nossa alma. A tentação é tão ostil, violenta, ardilosa, usa dos subterfúgios mais mesquinhos e mentirosos que podem ser usados. Jesus não é assim, Ele usa do fardo leve e suave, renova nossa mente, liberta nossa alma, sara as feridas. Espero de coração que esta unção alcance você, esteja onde estiver. Não vale a pena se desgastar em ressentimentos... O jugo de Jesus traz descanso... Descanso pra nossa alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-3912777766274503023?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3912777766274503023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-jugo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3912777766274503023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3912777766274503023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-jugo.html' title='...O jugo...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s3_0PY6hrRA/Tjg84F7bgsI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jee0X0Fg1R8/s72-c/jugo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-67656198520617121</id><published>2011-07-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:55:19.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Lá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* É impresindível que se leia o comentário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se toda escada esconde uma rampa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ampara o horizonte uma ponte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para um oriente um olhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em volta de um assunto uma lente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois de cada luz um poente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para cada ponto um olhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Distante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a montanha insiste em ficar lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A montanha insiste em ficar lá...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para lá........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaada."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhotto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-67656198520617121?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/67656198520617121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/67656198520617121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/67656198520617121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-la.html' title='Para Lá...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7466388897128604169</id><published>2011-04-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:53:55.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Esse Lugar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4zL-QjZjC4/Tah4Tqq1QnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fwlTtPwwD7U/s1600/207125_194565893918684_100000958253601_452035_4805081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854816274629234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4zL-QjZjC4/Tah4Tqq1QnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fwlTtPwwD7U/s320/207125_194565893918684_100000958253601_452035_4805081_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias eu caminho com essa multidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas basta olhar dentro do olhar deles pra perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não há encaixe entre a nossa visão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias eu canto as mesmas notas que essa multidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas basta sentir a melodia deles pra perceber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não cantamos o mesmo som&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que existe esse lugar oculto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse lugar vazio e seguro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do qual eu faço parte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que existe esse lugar secreto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse lugar mágico e completo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No qual eu sou parte, parte de Você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias eu e essa multidão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os dias não cantamos o mesmo som...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que existe esse lugar oculto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse lugar vazio e seguro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do qual eu faço parte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim! Existe esse lugar secreto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse lugar mágico e completo No qual eu sou parte, parte de Você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por.:JBNeto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7466388897128604169?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7466388897128604169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/esse-lugar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7466388897128604169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7466388897128604169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/esse-lugar.html' title='...Esse Lugar...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4zL-QjZjC4/Tah4Tqq1QnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fwlTtPwwD7U/s72-c/207125_194565893918684_100000958253601_452035_4805081_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6753025347108429947</id><published>2011-04-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:52:46.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Ele levou sobre Sí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ele levou sobre Sí as nossas dores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele levou sobre Sí as nossas transgressões..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Existem 'dias' em que eu não me sinto à altura da Cruz, e , na veradade nunca estarei por suficiência própria, mas especialmente nesses 'dias' as coisas da Vida vem pra ressaltar esse falhar. Seduções e mais seduções... A sapiência humana com seu brilho, o bem querer alheio sobre nós, as coisas que, por vezes vão morrendo aos pouquinhos dentro de nós, pois se pensarmos bem, a 'morte' é isso: Todo dia a gente 'morre' um pouquinho, isto, até 'morrer por completo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Refletindo sobre minhas considerações, as 'perigosas' seduções, ou ainda, sobre as coisas que, talvez, não estavam mais assim, tão vivas, a Cruz me pareceu um pouquinho mais distante, não que tenha se tornado estranha, mas foi como se eu tivesse parado de andar no sentido dela, sem regressar, mas também, sem avançar... Como se apenas, estivesse a observar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Mas sabe? Apesar de não estar à altura da Cruz, todo dia, 'Alguém' me traz para 'Sua' altura, me faz ser digno, me leva a enxergar e a me aproximar de modo involuntário, quase como que se fosse-me injetado o líquido do instinto: Instinto de correr para Cruz, instinto que não é mérito próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;As notas ungidas de uma melodia, e as palavras vivas de Ísaias 9 vieram me trazer reação. Na nebulosidade dos sentimentos e na aflição que é olhar pro seu fracassar, o Senhor vem dizer que não há com o que se preocupar, pois Ele, Ele mesmo, virá e firmará aquilo que é Nobre, que mana Dele, que é sua essência dentro de nós. Ele ascende a grande Luz... Muito maior do que a 'sapiência sombrosa', traz alegria, bons frutos, faz como em Midiã: Os nossos inimigos, internos, ou externos, se contradizem e se destróem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Isaías 9 está longe de falar de coisas interiores, entretanto, tais palavras vieram pra recordar que o Maravilhoso Conselheiro, o Forte Deus (Poderoso), Eterno Pai, desde muito tempo tem estendido o seu reino de justiça e retidão, o Seu zelo tem me trazido conversão todas essas vezes, e tudo isso, todas esses devaneios humanos Ele tem levado sobre Sí, todos os dias Ele tem tomado para Sí, me trazendo pra mais perto, pra mais junto, mais alto... Mais no nível da Cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6753025347108429947?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6753025347108429947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-levou-sobre-si.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6753025347108429947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6753025347108429947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/04/ele-levou-sobre-si.html' title='...Ele levou sobre Sí...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6922261802581876499</id><published>2011-02-16T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:51:45.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Jarro de Alabastro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Relacionado ao post à baixo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QkP52EZ2HFY" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Este vaso de alabastro é tudo que tenho de valor&lt;br /&gt;Eu derramo o em Teus pés, Senhor, que é menos do que mereces&lt;br /&gt;Tu és mais belo, mais precioso do que o óleo&lt;br /&gt;A soma dos meus desejos e na plenitude da minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Como Tu derramaste teu sangue, eu derramarei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como uma oferta ao meu Rei&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, leve me como uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, ofertando cada batida do coração para a Tua glória&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me&lt;br /&gt;Este tempo que me resta é tudo que tenho de valor&lt;br /&gt;Alegro me aos Teus pés, Senhor, que é menos do que mereces&lt;br /&gt;E embora eu tenha pouca força e, apesar de meus poucos dias&lt;br /&gt;Destes a Tua vida por mim, vou viver a minha vida para Ti&lt;br /&gt;Como Tu derramaste teu sangue, eu derramarei meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Como uma oferta ao meu Rei&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, leve me como uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, ofertando cada batida do coração para a Tua glória&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, leve me como uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, ofertando cada batida do coração para a Tua glória . leve-me&lt;br /&gt;Digno, digno, Tu és digno, digno é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Digno, digno, Tu és digno, digno é o Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, leve me como uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, ofertando cada batida do coração para a Tua glória&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, leve me como uma oferta&lt;br /&gt;Eis me aqui, ofertando cada batida do coração para a Tua glória .&lt;br /&gt;leve-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6922261802581876499?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6922261802581876499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/02/jarro-de-alabastro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6922261802581876499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6922261802581876499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/02/jarro-de-alabastro.html' title='...Jarro de Alabastro...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QkP52EZ2HFY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-8420452687018034738</id><published>2011-02-16T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:50:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Confissões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Falar é uma coisa meio incomum... Digo, falar de mim pra mim mesmo publicamente, mas, eu aprendi sobre o poder curador das palavras, o poder restaurador que letra ligada a letra, nas mãos do Pai, pode ter. Essa semana eu tenho vivido um pouco do desprezo do não ser, do prevalecer do outro (que eu nem conheço) sobre uma parte de minha vida, e fatalmente me sinto inseguro, quer dizer, colaram rótulos sobre meus ombros, meus lábios, sobre quem sou, na desculpa da recreação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu lembro quando as pessoas me estendiam as mãos e abraçavam, lembro da frustração de outras quando descobriam o que eu ia estudar, de forma que, cair de paraquedas na Federal não tem sido tão simples assim. As vezes parece o certo a fazer, e em outros momentos eu me pergunto:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;"O que você está fazendo garoto?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que tudo isso faz parte do viver, arriscar faz parte do viver, e, assim eu me torno um "literato" (aluno do curso de Letras) no próximo mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me sinto entrando em um mundo que eu desconheço totalmente, onde existe pessoas desconhecidas, expectativas a atingir, e toda uma cultura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;"pensante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;a subsistir. Lidar com o início, com a fase inicial de calouro não é nada fácil, é como estar numa zona de perigo, onde você passa pelo ridículo algumas vezes, você tem de lidar com isso, com as pessoas se valendo disso... Você tem de se sustentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu confesso que tenho pensado um pouco nisso, na maré da contracultura que estou por passar, nas coisas não tão legais que eu já tenho vivenciado, e no cansaço de tudo isso eu tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lembrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;de Deus, nesse pouco que eu sou e tenho que tanto Ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;valorisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, que tanto Ele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, e que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carinhosamente recebeu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;de mim... Como me sinto confortado, amparado, respeitado e amado! Uma vontade de ser melhor pra Ele invade meu ser, de estar perto Dele e me dar mais e mais, porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;em Magnificiência e Humildade me toma nos braços&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e apenas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Apenas me faz Dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-8420452687018034738?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8420452687018034738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/02/confissoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/8420452687018034738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/8420452687018034738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/02/confissoes.html' title='...Confissões...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-2816786752459723684</id><published>2011-01-26T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:47:23.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Pessoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r2CZl_xTxJ0" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Sem medo de te pertencer volto pra você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Pessoas me fazem sentir o arrepio da sétima de um acorde. São como vozes arranjadas em intervalos de quinta... Correm como uma melodia sobreposta a outra, se desencontrando, perdendo o sentido pra que no resultado do todo haja uma finalidade. Pessoas vivem perigosamente, fazem do frio um lugar de conforto, brincam com a dor do fogo queimando apenas pra sentir... Sentir queimar! Pessoas se desmancham ante a dor da alma, e, essas mesmas pessoas tiram prazer da dor da alma alheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Pessoas se reinventam em algo melhor e acabam perdendo a identidade, fogem daquilo que é seguro e se jogam na escuridão. Pessoas acertam o alvo quando acham que estão no escuro, mas também erram o mesmo alvo quando tudo parece claro demais. Lutam contra a mesmice e se assustam com a transformação. Pessoas conquistam o inatingível e deixam passar a oportunidade do corriqueiro... Pintam o sete com as cores fundamentais e não aproveitam a diversidade dos diferentes tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Tons! Pessoas são tons agudíssimos, soando, tinindo por horas a fio acreditando que estão fazendo um concerto. Pessoas atravessam cômodos, entram por portas que depois não sabem como abrir... Pegam um pedacinho deste e daquele, vão colando em sí mesmas sem saber com quem na verdade querem parecer, quem realmente precisam ser, se precisam ser! Pessoas caminham para o Norte até chegar no Sul... Caminham, caminham, fugindo para o outro, fugindo de sí mesmas. Pessoas são pessoas, e, elas voltam, trazem areia nas mãos, marcadas por suas pegadas, na ansiedade de devolver cada passo em falso dado às mãos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-2816786752459723684?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2816786752459723684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/pessoas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2816786752459723684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2816786752459723684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/pessoas.html' title='...Pessoas...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r2CZl_xTxJ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7284978508350974261</id><published>2011-01-06T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:46:37.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...O resultado de 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TSY2uiklivI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SZiIKu7-8QE/s1600/O-caminho-das-sementes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559190963217599218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TSY2uiklivI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SZiIKu7-8QE/s320/O-caminho-das-sementes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Os que semeiam em lágrimas ceifarão com alegria..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Salmos 126:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Eu estava no pátio da Igreja com as mãos no bolso, olhando para os fogos colorindo a escuridão da noite, orando a Deus. Na Igreja não estavamos num grupo de muitas pessoas, e, especialmente neste ano não fariamos festa alguma. O tão temido ano de 2010 já se finalizava pra mim, e a sensação de um novo ciclo na minha Vida já pairava sobre meu coração. Em nossa Igreja temos o costume de, exatamente às 24:00hs, nos ajoelharmos em oração entregando o ano que se passou e também consagrando o novo tempo por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Mas eu estava lá no pátio em meio aos fogos orando a Deus, e quer saber? Eu aprendi a lição de todo o ano de 2010 exatamente no seu final, especificamente entre os fogos dourados e rosados. O que aconteceu foi o Senhor juntando o Salmo 126 às minhas lágrimas e inquietações do decorrer de todo o ano. Lembro que, logo em Outubro as coisas ficaram tão vazias pra mim, é como se não houvesse restado mais nada pra 2010, não havia nada mais pra absorver, as lágrimas já se secavam e a tolerância, paciência e longanimidade já estavam à beira do caminho. Esperar mais pelo quê? Era a minha pergunta, pedacinhos de mim já estavam espalhados por toda a trajetória de um ano muito difícil, e eles haviam ficado ali, simplesmente lá atrás, no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Estes últimos três meses foram ignorados por mim, eu sabia que disto eu dava conta. Eram apenas os três restantes e 'incovenientes' últimos meses, que me separavam do 'novo' do ano novo, eu não podia os dar o luxo da minha sensibilidade. Eu não falei, eu não comentei sobre eles pra Deus, não reclamei, não exitei e resisti, só me arrastei, degustei o que deu e o que não, engoli! Foi tudo o que eu pude fazer, entretanto não era o 'tudo' que Deus queria fazer pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Algumas semanas antes fui levado ao Salmo 126, e eu percebi uma coisa, eu não devia ter ignorado os últimos meses! A passagem de Salmos fala sobre a alegria da libertação do cativeiro, da maravilha do livramento do Pai, da grandiosidade de ter resistido todo o trajeto de entrar e sair do domínido do inimigo, de ter aguentado firme, de ter lamentado, chorado, perdido o controle emocional e apesar disso carregar a preciosa semente para o lugar de plantio, de ter regado com as lágrimas porque estes com alegria as estavam colhendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;As vezes as pessoas, na Bíblia, precisaram de lidar com o cativeiro, com inimigo. Por 'n' situações elas tiveram de lidar com a dor e a humilhação, passaram fome, foram açoitadas, violentadas e muitas morreram. Essas pessoas tiveram de lidar com o plantio das lágrimas! O Plantio das lágrimas de oração motivadas pela dor e pela ferida, e neste contexto não se escolhe nada, se vive tudo... Sim, se sente, se dói, se põe diante de Deus, planta e vive o plantio, não há espaços para o ignorar! E foi com isso que eu tive de lidar na maior parte deste ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;É engraçado como construimos uma concepção firmada no resultado, na colheita com alegria que o Salmo fala, sendo que na verdade, pra colhermos alegremente ainda temos de lidar com o plantio, o tempo que necessário for, é no levar a semente, chorando e andando (vers. 6), plantado nossas lágrimas intercessórias diante de Deus, renunciando nossas 'coisas', abrindo mão da bondade das pessoas e das circunstâncias no tempo de plantio (onde não há espaços para isso) que colheremos com risos. E finalizando tudo isso deixo aqui &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eclesiastes 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, onde encontramos versos que dizem:&lt;em&gt; 'Não sejas demasiadamente justo, nem sábio...Não sejas demasiadamente ímpio, nem louco'&lt;/em&gt; Em fim, seja perspicaz, seja um humano equilibrado. Ter de lidar com a tristeza, a paciência e a longânimidade à luz da palavra, pode nos trazer sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7284978508350974261?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7284978508350974261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-resultado-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7284978508350974261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7284978508350974261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-resultado-de-2010.html' title='...O resultado de 2010...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TSY2uiklivI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SZiIKu7-8QE/s72-c/O-caminho-das-sementes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7911836641675514285</id><published>2010-12-23T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:44:43.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Eu e o Óscar..." (Parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Continuando com a brincadeira do 'Óscar de Qualidade',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estas são as minhas 09 coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tigrão.Esse é o nome da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'pelúcia'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; que eu ganhei no meu níver em 2007 das pessoas que me raptaram naquela manhã (Boas lembranças).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Feijão é a única coisa da qual eu não jejuo sozinho, que falte arroz - carne - macarrão e salada menos meu precioso feijão rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Agatha Christie é a única autora do meio secular que consegue me fazer parar e ler seus romances, ou pelo menos era, pq. com a facul de Letras sou obrigado a ler todos os outros (Quincas Borba que me perdoe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Os arranjos do Juninho, adoro os arranjos vocais do Juninho. Sinto saudades de ensaiá-los com ele, de me matar com cada notinha aguda e dissonante, de vê-lo brigando com a gente e chegar diante da platéia e cantar como se nada houvesse acontecido atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Não consigo entender porque nos Les Chorristes (Coro Infantil Francês) só cantam crianças brancas, cadê a inclusão? (Rs!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Greys Anatomys é a minha série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ainda não encontrei a minha 'pessoa'. O Tico tem o Teco, o Pink o Cérebro, Piupiu o Frajóla, até o Cris tem o Greg. Mas eu tô chegando lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O outro lado de mim mesmo, talvez, seja meio Cristina Yang. Eu acho isso um absurdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;João cap. 08 mudou a minha Vida, graças a Deus pelo livro de João, por me confrontar tanto em Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;É isso galera, Bjão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7911836641675514285?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7911836641675514285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-e-o-oscar-parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7911836641675514285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7911836641675514285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-e-o-oscar-parte-ii.html' title='&quot;...Eu e o Óscar...&quot; (Parte II)'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-1248293021607746709</id><published>2010-11-28T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:43:38.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Eu e o Óscar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"...Excelência, Virtude, Talento..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Xfo-qSBKU/TO0ItK_T1cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/62QU68OtHN0/s400/Selinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Xfo-qSBKU/TO0ItK_T1cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/62QU68OtHN0/s400/Selinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Surpreso. Foi bem assim mesmo que me senti quando sai pela minha peregrinação entre os blogs a quem, fielmente, sigo. Quer dizer, normalmente quando se acessa uma página na internet, não esperamos de forma alguma que em seu conteúdo exista alguma menção a nosso respeito, a menos que se seja uma pessoa evidente, é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tratando-se de 'Qualidade' o dicionário define: O p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;arecer técnico no qual se considera aplicações aceitáveis para o consumo. Um g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;rau de perfeição, de precisão conforme um certo padrão, e, ainda prossegue dizendo ser: E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xcelência, virtude, talento. Receber o selinho de qualidade das pessoas a quem tanto admiro foi interessante, já que o gesto é singelo e acaba por trazer, muito mais que alegria, uma responsabilidade maior com relação ao que é refletido por minha parte aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;O engraçado de tudo isso é que escrever no blog mas me ajuda do que me leva a instruir, é como que se eu abrisse meu coração para enxergá-lo do lado de fora, me levando a perceber-me diante de Deus e da Vida, na esperança de acertar, mesmo que depois do erro. E justamente por receber o 'Óscar do blog de qualidade' eu quero agradecer a Deus que insiste em conviver comigo, me amando e me trazendo para junto de si, aos meus pais que tanto me apóiam nesse trabalho (Na verdade eles nem sabem do meu blog, mas tratando-se de óscar causa uma boa impressão agradecer a família), às minhas colegas blogueiras Consthância e Naty (Eu aprendi direitinho garotas!), a todos aqueles que se dispõem a me seguir e que ainda me seguiram, e finalmente eu declaro que quero a paz mundial (Hehehehehe). Em fim valeu as indicações, meu sincero obrigado, ou seria Thank You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A seguir seguem as minhas 9 indicações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;natytoninatooliveira.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;adelitasiqueira.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;medit-acaododia.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 20px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;melodimodesto.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1248293021607746709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1248293021607746709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-e-o-oscar.html' title='&quot;...Eu e o Óscar...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-Xfo-qSBKU/TO0ItK_T1cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/62QU68OtHN0/s72-c/Selinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7803813794157303988</id><published>2010-10-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:41:42.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Viver Intensamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWy3BdfZnyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWy3BdfZnyg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu sempre acreditei que viver o evangelho significava viver intensamente. Sim! Viver cada detalhe na nossa Vida minunciosamente, degustar os devocionais da manhã ou das madrugadas, aproveitar ao máximo o culto com a congregação, se derramar nos momentos de louvor e se abrir para a Palavra, ter o Espírito Santo como nosso amigo pessoal, tudo porque quando penso em Jesus, quando me volto à Cruz do Calvário, quando penso em todo o penoso trabalho acredito que viver o evangelho é fazer a Vida valer a pena, sim, é isso, Jesus veio para fazer a minha Vida valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estar com Deus nos momentos de solitude, ou ainda, nos momentos em congregação tem de ser suave e agradável pra mim, me esforçar em levantar toda manhã um ser muito melhor, re-humanizado em Deus tem de ser uma meta pra mim, pois tudo isso além de me alcançar, de me salvar, trazer sentido à mim acaba, sem querer, 'esbarrando' no outro. Mas é isso que a Glória de Deus em mim é, não é mesmo? É quando o Senhor consegue se manifestar através de mim seus atributos comunicáveis ao homem (os frutos do Espírito), de forma que o meu dia-dia se torne um símbolo, algo com um significado maior, e esse é Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Falo tudo isso neste post justamente por ter encontrado o vídeo que segue esse texto. É maravilhoso perceber que a devoção de alguns em nosso país, que a sua persistência em viver a intensidade do evangelho, se doando a todas as suas possibilidades, acabou por refletir e até mesmo, como ferramenta, trazer sustentação à espiritualidade de outros, que estão longínquos, distantes, vivendo quando estamos dormindo, e, dormindo quando estamos acordados, um outro povo, com outra raça e língua, adorando a mesma canção que nós, aprendendo de Deus através do evangelho vivido nesse Brasil. É indispensável que eu viva Jesus, eu preciso Dele pra mim, pra minha Vida, pro meu existir, e, talvez, pelo existir de outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"...Pede-me, te darei as nações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Óh Senhor, esse é o nosso clamor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;terras distantes e as ilhas veram tua luz resplandecendo em nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em nós..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7803813794157303988?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7803813794157303988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/10/viver-intensamente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7803813794157303988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7803813794157303988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/10/viver-intensamente.html' title='...Viver Intensamente...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-7038866218178968337</id><published>2010-10-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:40:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Jeremias 17..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Assim diz o Senhor: Maldito o homem que confia no homem, e faz da carne o seu braço, e aparta o seu coração do Senhor ! Porque será como a tamargueira no deserto e não sentirá quando vem o bem, antes, morará nos lugares secos do deserto, na terra salgada e inabitável.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Jr. 17:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TL5hpjsVHdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PXzw6ofE9yg/s1600/arvore-no-deserto-43c65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529964759041252818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TL5hpjsVHdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PXzw6ofE9yg/s320/arvore-no-deserto-43c65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Conheci um garoto cheio de Deus, um menino franzino de apenas onze anos de idade, mas que já havia provado do Batismo no Espírito, que já havia descido às aguas e que buscava no Senhor, manter um tempo de meditação todos os dias na sua Vida. Conheci também um jovem, um rapaz marcado por muitas dores e feridas, mas que com muita garra subsistiu a tudo isso, conseguiu se manter nos caminhos do Pai, e, ao entender que sua Vida podia ter um sentido maior no Reino, fez as malas, saiu do meio dos seus e foi passar por um tempo de vivência com Deus, chorou muito, se humilhou, confessou e se arrependeu, tornou a sonhar, mas desta vez, ele sonhou os Sonhos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;É, se nós olharmos para trás, para a jornada de nossa Vida vamos perceber, nos detalhes, a intervenção de Deus em nós, são tantas as experiências, os livramentos, é tão firme a cura e a restauração, nós definitivamente fomos deformados na carnalidade e inclinados ao estereótipo de Deus, agora temos dentro de nós os sonhos do Pai, e justamente por isso devemos aprender a lidar com eles. Em meus dias percebi um certo teor de 'violência' em meu coração, isto, devido ao tribunal que carregamos firmemente dentro de nosso ser. Deus nos dá um sonho, muda o nosso caráter e nós saímos por ai querendo que tudo concorra para o realizar disso tudo, esperamos o apoio das pessoas, a compreensão da Vida e a criamos todo um ambiente para o nascimento desta promessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Em Jeremias 17 nos deparamos com um 'senhor discurso' de Deus, Ele vem falando sobre as mentiras que haviam no meio de Israel, só porque eram nação escolhida não admitiam passar por um tempo de tratamento vindo do Pai, tudo porque a nação se fixou na promessa, sabiam que teriam Deus à seu favor, que eram povo eleito, adquiridos por direito no Senhor, havia toda uma glória em volta disso tudo, de modo que não conseguiam se equilibrar na verdade de que, como todo mundo passariam por tempos de tribulação, e não necessariamente gerados pelo maligno, mais alguns, vindos como ensinamento da parte do Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E como Israel, a nós são confiados sonhos, olhamos pro passado e percebemos o desenho de Deus, ele aponta para um futuro onde vivemos a Sua vontade, onde tocamos com nossas mãos os corações que, Ele mesmo, não pode tocar ainda, onde frutificamos para a Sua glória e sentimos que estamos no caminho certo, fazendo a coisa certa, no tempo certo de Deus, entretanto precisamos buscar o equilíbrio que vem do alto, a sustentação que vem de Deus, pois a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;verdade na vontade Dele pra nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; é que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;os sonhos de Deus não podem ser maior que a nossa devoção a Ele no viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o ansiar do Senhor à nosso respeito jamais vai nos tirar do lugar de paz e amor que há Nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, jamais nos permitirá julgar as pessoas por falta de apoio, jamais nos dará margem para desconfiar de Seu inabalável caráter e confiar nas terríveis circunstâncias, a Vida é construída dia após dia, não é apenas viver, os sonhos de Deus são realizados degrau a degrau, as dificuldades não podem nos trazer pra um tempo depressivo espiritual, não existe greve de Deus, não existe o ignorar a dor e ficar apático à tribulação, isso seria confiar em seu próprio braço, seria ser maldito por perder o foco do Senhor, por isso mesmo nos voltamos à Deus porque somos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;árvores verdes que não receiam o calor e no ano de sequidão não deixam de dar frutos(Jr. 17:7-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7038866218178968337?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7038866218178968337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeremias-17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7038866218178968337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7038866218178968337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/10/jeremias-17.html' title='&quot;...Jeremias 17...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TL5hpjsVHdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PXzw6ofE9yg/s72-c/arvore-no-deserto-43c65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6326068361312888255</id><published>2010-09-30T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:38:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Jogando Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Palavras... As pessoas dizem que eu sou bom com as palavras, mas a verdade é que não é tão assim não. Hoje eu estou aqui me perguntando: Como fazer isso? Como colocar o "a" depois do "b" e trazer sentido a tudo isso? Sinceramente eu me sinto constrangido, não estou conseguindo entende? E, talvez, por isso vou simplesmente começar, vou apenas começar, jogar as palavras e iniciar esse momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Dentro de mim existe essa coisa sabe? Existe esse conflito entre o que eu desejo e o que eu vivo hoje, entre a compreensão do outro e a compreensão para comigo mesmo, quer dizer, eu tenho essa pessoa em minha Vida que eu amo muito, que eu respeito, que me ensinou tanto quando eu nada sabia, que se esforçou por mim do jeito que ela pode, e que até hoje me surpreende com seu amor e dedicação em cuidar de mim, mas essa mesma pessoa, esta linda alma, por vezes, tem arrancado lágrimas de minha face, tem me feito sempre ter de escolher entre honrar seus sentimentos, seus anseios, suas responsabilidades, sua Vida ou a minha, os meus sonhos de menino, os meus desejos pequeninos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Não tem aquele negócio da companhia? Do ter um espaço pra você e alguns com quem se identifica? Aquela oportunidade de realmente poder se abrir pra uma outra pessoa, que possa te tocar e te dar uma palavra sem influência alguma, apenas uma visão que está do lado de fora? Pois é, pra alguns isso é "luxo", quando o evangelho também é isso, é abrir mão de alguém pra que o relacionamento que vocês têm continue a ser saudável, edificante. Eu tenho buscado pensar muito que o Senhor está olhando pra mim, que Ele está julgando o melhor pra minha Vida, estou tentando me dar um tempo, me dar a oportunidade de estressar e errar, e como isso é penoso, é construir valores e pisar em cima deles em momentos de humanidade e depois de tudo isso esperar, esperar que tudo passe, deixar o dia nascer e morrer, sem perspectiva pra o dia de amanhã crendo que o Senhor não é como a Vida é, ao contrário, Seu caráter inabalável zela por nosso bem estar, zela por nos manter em seu caminho, por nos fortalecer nesse tempo... Deus não está alheio às nossas emoções e conflitos, de alguma forma há presença Dele em todas as circunstâncias, não tem explicação, Deus apenas está aqui, apenas se faz presente entende? O Senhor é e acontece em minha Vida, Ele está acontecendo em meu viver agora mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6326068361312888255?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6326068361312888255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/09/jogando-palavras_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6326068361312888255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6326068361312888255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/09/jogando-palavras_30.html' title='...Jogando Palavras...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-2291082088436852238</id><published>2010-08-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:37:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Humanos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7HZJPmQaRo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p7HZJPmQaRo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ser humano é ser frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;É, por vezes, quebrar-se em seus erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ajuntar os pedaços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Os cacos espalhados ao chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E colocá-los de volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Com maestria e muita atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Realinhálos em seu devido lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Já são tantos anos caminhando comigo mesmo, mas ainda, dentro de mim, é quase palpável o sentimento de desconhecimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Estou sempre tendo de aprender a viver comigo mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Comigo, quando as coisas vão bem, quando estou feliz, quando tudo tem brilho, um cheiro diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Comigo, quando sou surpreendido, quando o não esperado me alcança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Comigo, quando tudo é apenas ausência, ausência de expressões, de sensibilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Comigo, quando as coisas não vão bem, quando eu tenho tudo e nada ao mesmo tempo, quando existe um mundo à minha frente, mas aqui dentro do peito há um grande e imenso nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;As vezes damos tudo por um nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;As vezes damos tudo e não ganhamos nada, falo de coisas completamente diferentes, procure entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Caminhamos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Caminhamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E caminhamos...Pra percebermos em fim que, chegamos em qualquer lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E ainda, por vezes, descobrimos que estamos perdidos, quando nós demos cada passo que ficou para trás, como é que caminhamos sem saber pra onde os pés estão se dirigindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Engraçado que tudo isso é pra ser belo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Essa imperfeição toda é pra despertar paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Esse "sei lá o que" todo é alvo de infinito amor, que simplesmente vem e alcança, avança sobre nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nobre de mais em nos querer, e humilde o suficiente para lidar conosco como somos, se permitindo viver os nossos fracassos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sim, ser humano é fracassar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Falhar, se quebrar, colar e quebrar de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E ainda assim ser amado, sem saber como, sem restar uma palavra, uma explicação, um parecer, sem definição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-649406424154468742</id><published>2010-08-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:35:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Gaga e a minha geração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“...enquanto esmurramos o ar, amarramos espíritos e enaltecemos nossa espiritualidade; Fora de nossas quatro paredes, bem distante de nossa zona de conforto o mundo ganha a Vida real...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niqrrmev4mA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Num passado não mui distante a mulher começou a guerrear em prol de reconhecimento e liberdade, vieram revoluções feministas na indústria, a inserção no meio político, conquistas sociais e força em expressão artística... A mulher conquistou, conquistou e conquistou mais uma vez, fazendo frente junto ao homem. Por outro lado, atualmente vivemos o constante diálogo da feminilização masculina, ou seja, homens amáveis, que saibam conduzir um lar e que se preocupam com a estética, mas em meio a tanta evolução no concernente a igualdade social, permeia-se a inversão de papéis do ser homem e ser mulher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A geração 2.000 discute o direito de o homem buscar sua feminilidade sem perder sua essência máscula, já que a mulher conseguiu esta façanha, quando resolveu abandonar o fogão para, muitas vezes, se tornar a provedora de um lar. Entretanto esta mesma geração não está preparada para o equilíbrio que é adequado para tudo isso que está por vir, pois a busca pela igualdade tem trazido como fator resultante a libertinagem e o altruísmo demasiado, pregando que se pode ser tudo o que se desejar, mesmo que isso venha desafiar a natureza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em Gaga se percebe esta voz quando se pára para ouvir e ler o protesto que é Alejandro. Música de letra simplória em primeira vista, mas profunda quando proclama:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro. I’m not your baby, I’m not you baby, Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;já que música não é apenas letra e sim fonética também, o que revela que a voz pesada tenta dizer por esta frase é o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“I want your baby, I want your baby, Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mudando totalmente o sentido da canção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alejandro sombreia um relacionamento entre homens, onde, partindo da fonética da frase citada à cima, Gaga tem o desejo de penetrar nesta relação, formando um triângulo amoroso de forma a trazer à tona a naturalidade da homossexualidade, já que a mesma em outro momento veio afirmar que a canção é um tributo-homenagem aos gays de todo o mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;...O Curta-metragem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Steven Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, produtor e diretor do vídeo, pesou bastante no sombrio, dando uma leve pitada do introspectivo, ao gótico, mas também trouxe de início esta coisa masculina que a falta de cores caracteriza. De início, logo na introdução, se é visto alguns soldados dormindo, onde de um lado estão uns de pernas cruzadas, calcinha e meia arrastão, e, do outro aqueles que estão vestidos de farda, ambos um de frente para o outro, descansando em um sono profundo, mas apenas um esta a par do que é a realidade ao seu redor, ou seja, são poucos aqueles que conseguem entender o que está acontecendo, de um lado soldados que são soldados, de outro, soldados que apesar de soldados carregam traços femininos em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;A 2° fase traz uma marcha firme, militares preparados pra guerra, viris, impondo-se violentamente, e posteriormente até lutam entre si, subjulgando os mais fracos, entretanto, lá do alto, onde ninguém vê está Gaga, assistindo a esta guerra, soberana em um trono, empenhada de um cachimbo nas mãos, munida, portanto, de autoridade, já que o instrumento em questão faz alusão a grandes personalidades masculinas (como por ex: Einsteis e o cachimbo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nas cenas a seguir Lady Gaga alcança seu objetivo, o de mostrar que, os mesmos seres fortes, másculos e viris de outrora, agora, na cama, se tornaram seres passivos, sendo dominados pela mesma. A simetria na semelhança dos homens para com ela é gritante, pois além de estarem de salto e vestidos de calcinha, usam o cabelo com o mesmo corte que o dela, e como se não fosse bastante, todos são homens de corpo sem pêlos, com exceção a um que usa barba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Na cama eles são dominados por ela, que assume o papel de homem na coreografia, enquanto eles esbanjam prazer na troca de posições, algo característico da relação homossexual, pois todos são dominadores e dominados, ela os puxa, os conduz, os direciona, está sempre em frente, avante, mostrando o caminho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Posteriormente Gaga se vê deitada em uma cama, com vestes religiosas, escoltada por um soldado, que está ali como que a guardando do mal, e num lance chocante ela engole o terço que carrega nas mãos, protestando contra a fé, contra os princípios bíblicos, que estão ai para “sufocar” a natureza humana, ou ainda também pode-se entender, que neste século, mais dias ou menos a religião será engolida, e seus “tabus” não se sustentaram. Seu figurino neste momento diz muito também, através das cruzes inversas, nos lugares impróprios e até mesmo no olhar com uma única vertente, interpretado pela cantora, quando ela tapa um dos olhos, já que o evangelho é contra-cultura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No calor desta história o momento da passarela é chegado, onde em meio a fleches vemos Gaga super feminina dançando, enquanto seus soldados passam por ela, com carões e postura de modelos, igualando-os há um mesmo nível, onde eles são exemplo, já que o que se passa na passarela é moda, é um exemplo a ser seguido. E refutando tudo isso, na próxima vez que todos dançam o coro, Gaga está armada com o sutiã, rodeada por seus soldados afeminados, no centro, envolvida neste movimento a favor da igualdade ou troca de papéis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O penúltimo número mostra Lady Gaga, em meio aos seus dançarinos, com muita violência, seguida pela cena do mesmo soldado do início, o único que enxergava as coisas, com olhar de reprovação, o cerco é armado e a guerra nas ruas é travada, de um lado os conservadores, religiosos, homofóbicos e de outro o novo conceito de homem e mulher, neste embate, então aparece a função da música, quando ela está de jaqueta em um mini palco improvisado, à frente da cruz, essa “coisa retrógrada” que só assisti ao espetáculo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas no desfecho de tudo Gaga é jogada entre seus dançarinos, violentada, como que sendo reprovada, até o momento em que ela se despe das vestes de religião, se põe nua livre da promoção preconceituosa da religião, e em fim, a Lady Gaga religiosa é dilacerada, queimada passivamente, de dentro para fora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;...Considerações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mediante a tanto fica muito claro um dos gritos desta geração pós-moderna, motivação com bases na bondade e igualdade, entretanto desiquilibradamente tendenciosa, isso é o novo, engolindo os fundamentos antigos, a vontade de fazer o certo, da maneira equivocada. A sociedade está mui ciente disto, logo no inicio do clip, Alejandro está sendo levado ao túmulo, entre tanto, seu coração, vivo, é carregado por Gaga, já que os ideais de um ser jamais irão para o túmulo com ele, pois eles se perpetuam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: PT-BRfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E dentre tantos sutis sinais, também vemos Gaga pedindo para que Alejandro a deixe ir, a deixe ser livre, que dentre tantas interpretações, de algum modo pode-se ler, mesmo que julgado tendenciosamente, um pedido de liberdade, liberdade desta relação confusa e dolorosa, e talvez, a cantora não quisesse exprimir tanto, mas sabe-se que há uma expressão de socorro, uma expressão a ser ouvida e considerada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em fim, definitivamente neste parágrafo deixo palavras minhas, o intuito deste polêmico post, não é que você se levante contra pessoas, mas que pense no que já foi feito a respeito disso, se já foi feito, e, se realmente tem de ser feito. Toda atitude pode ser tomada de forma certa ou errônea, não vá se precipitar! Quero dizer que justamente por tudo que já foi refletido até aqui, o trabalho de Gaga é admirável (não digo seu conteúdo), é algo pensado, inteligente, gritando pra você que está ai do outro lado inerte, leigo, que não consegue ouvir, ninguém pode dizer que esta geração não está falando, o negócio é que não se consegue ouvir... A Igreja precisa mais do Pai do que se imagina, justamente para penetrar em amor, e responder em verdade e fé a tudo isso... E lembre-se, é justamente por isso que a palavra diz que a criação geme...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-649406424154468742?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/649406424154468742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/08/gaga-e-minha-geracao.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/649406424154468742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/649406424154468742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/08/gaga-e-minha-geracao.html' title='...Gaga e a minha geração...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-5666907531311812976</id><published>2010-07-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:28:55.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Estêvão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, ouvindo eles isto, enfureciam-se em seu coração e rangiam os dentes contra ele. Mas ele, estando cheio do Espírito Santo e fixando os olhos no céu, viu a glória de Deus e Jesus, que estava à direita de Deus, e disse: Eis que vejo os céus abertos e o Filho do Homem, que está em pé à mão direita de Deus. Mas eles gritaram com grande voz, taparam os ouvidos e arremeteram unânimes contra ele. E, expulsando-o da cidade, o apedrejavam. E as testemunhas depuseram as suas vestes aos pés de um jovem chamado Saulo. E apedrejaram a Estêvão, que em invocação dizia: Senhor Jesus, recebe o meu espírito. E, pondo-se de joelhos, clamou com grande voz: Senhor, não lhes imputes este pecado. E, tendo dito isto, adormeceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Atos 07.54 à 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/byinXNNypK0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byinXNNypK0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Existe uma pessoa em minha Vida, quem eu muito amo, que muito me fere. Às vezes me sinto um tanto hostilizado, em outros momentos, quando eu erro, sinto maximizarem minha deficiência em determinada postura, quase como que se fosse obrigação o acerto pleno. Isso tudo sempre me põem no impasse de ter de escolher por amar esta pessoa ou não, por esquecer meus direitos ou não, por negar quem eu realmente sou ou não, momentos onde entro em profundo embate espírito-emocional dentro de mim pelo favor de outro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Não é nada fácil, eu confesso. Nós crescemos acreditando na conduta de nossos amores, cremos que em tudo que fizerem jamais serão nocivos a nós, e é difícil quando as coisas não são assim, você entra em choque, por vezes perde a noção, agüenta tudo o que pode suporta e em alguns segundos passa pela infeliz experiência do perder o controle, cai em lágrimas, tem picos de humor e vê o seu organismo literalmente se desfigurar, até que depois de tudo o que é preciso ser arrancado para fora você consegue encontrar reposição de juízo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mas ai encontramos Estevão, quem foi recebido pelo Senhor de pé, e nós percebemos que no colapso de sua terrível morte ele conseguiu manter, e mais importante ainda, viver aquilo que realmente faz sentido: a glória do Reino do Espírito, ele percebeu que a transição da ponte da morte era passageira e que se tornar mártir não era tão difícil assim, é ai que penso que mesmo que as lutas sejam uma Vida inteira, vai passar, a Vida é passageira, o que importa em tudo isso é guardar a Fé, a certeza que o que realmente interessa está depois da “ponte da esperança”, e o que interessa é Cristo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-5666907531311812976?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5666907531311812976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/07/estevao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5666907531311812976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5666907531311812976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/07/estevao.html' title='...Estêvão...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4820294131543421691</id><published>2010-07-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:27:19.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith + Hope + Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança e o amor...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Coríntios 13:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_L4Uka6okc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_L4Uka6okc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sempre que me referem o amor eu lembro da passagem de Coríntios. Ela é um clássico da Bíblia, talvez por tratar o amor de uma forma meio obstante de nós, em fim, o fato é que depois dos últimos acontecimentos a passagem da Suprema Excelência do Amor mudou dentro de mim... Isso tem marcado os meus dias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A Igreja de Corinto vivia dias de grandes conflitos, tanta coisa já havia acontecido: A morte de Jesus, o avanço do Evangelho, as perseguições, era natural a confusão no coração dos homens. Eles brigavam por Paulo e Apolo, outros ainda diziam seguir o próprio Cristo e tanto estresse pairava sobre àqueles irmãos, de modo que eram roubados do propósito maior, a grande causa acabava sendo manchada, tinha seu brilho ofuscado pelas confusões do ser humano, mas alguém foi sensível a isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Repentinamente as palavras de Coríntios 13 escorrem pelos dedos de Paulo (ou talvez de seu escriba, em fim, como você preferir), lembrando a todos sobre o amor, como ele é bem maior do que todos nós, como ele impulsionou Cristo para o calvário, sim, porque o próprio Mestre viveu a plenitude deste amor, ele vem falando sobre um dia encontrar-nos com a perfeição deste amor face a face, e por fim termina dizendo que a nós, homens, àquela congregação, três únicas coisas haviam restado: A Fé, a crença em Jesus, na Cruz, na causa maior, a Fé em obras (Tg 2:26), A confissão da Esperança na promessa da volta de Cristo, da verdade da Sua Vida (Hb 10:23) e o Amor, este Amor maior que conduziu Jesus, Sacrificial, sim, este mesmo sentimento o direcionando no viver aqui na Terra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...De sorte que haja em vós o mesmo sentimento que houve também em Cristo Jesus...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Filipenses 2:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4820294131543421691?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4820294131543421691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-hope-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4820294131543421691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4820294131543421691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-hope-love.html' title='Faith + Hope + Love'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-32768119900793441</id><published>2010-06-19T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:24:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Parte II...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;“...eis que o anjo do Senhor apareceu a José em sonhos, dizendo: Levanta-te, e toma o menino e sua mãe, e foge para o Egito, e demora-te lá até que eu te diga; porque Herodes há de procurar o menino para o matar.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mt 2: 13&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TB2UUoUSPjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3QZCGzGLENI/s1600/0,,11790439-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484703003347926578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TB2UUoUSPjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3QZCGzGLENI/s320/0,,11790439-EX,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Egito. Sempre que minha memória se remete ao Egito sou tomado por um ar de mistério, fico tentando imaginar aquelas dunas de areia, lembro-me da grande e imponente Esfinge, e também dos hieróglifos, particularmente sou apaixonado pelos hieróglifos, mas apesar de tudo isso em meu coração esta gravado como esta nação é tomada pelo ocultismo, pelo paganismo, pela adoração ao sol, pela crença na divindade de homens, pela sedução espiritual que paira entre seus desertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Na Bíblia não é diferente, quase sempre que o Senhor trazia juízo sobre alguém, lá estava o Egito como forma de exemplo, quando não estava metido no meio das maldições, a verdade é que as margens do Nilo se construiu uma civilização alheia a Deus, um povo voltado para suas vaidades, gente que marcou profundamente a nação de Israel, já que foram os anos sob o domínio do Egito anos de muita dor. Entretanto foi o Egito a nação escolhida para guardar Jesus da fúria de Herodes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Muito do que Deus falou ao meu coração nesta relação de Reis Magos ( Parte I), Egito e paganismo além de me exortar a fazer de mim um lugar para os propósitos de Deus, me trouxe ao coração a graça e esperança do entendimento de que nem sempre os planos de Deus pras nossas Vidas serão compreendidos, sim, ou nós os perseguiremos ou outros os procurarão com morte, assim também foi com Cristo, o Pai ainda mandou que José se demorasse ali no Egito, o que nos diz que, se necessário, Deus levantará o Egito para salvar seus planos para nós e em nós, Ele fará do Egito o lugar para nos alimentar, nos guardar Vida, fazer os primeiros dias da promessa serem reais, sem que o Egito corrompa o alicerce, pois para os planos de Deus sempre há esperança, e,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mais lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;da esperança é saber que o Pai, que renova nossa esperança, é em nós a própria EsPeRanÇa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-32768119900793441?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/32768119900793441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/parte-ii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/32768119900793441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/32768119900793441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/parte-ii.html' title='...Parte II...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TB2UUoUSPjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3QZCGzGLENI/s72-c/0,,11790439-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4667441157275785415</id><published>2010-06-15T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:22:54.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Parte I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;“e perguntaram: Onde está aquele que é nascido rei dos judeus? Porque vimos a sua estrela no Oriente e viemos a adorá-lo”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mt 2:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TBhei0ZJXmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WsOYXvEYxMs/s1600/1170047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483236498596257378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TBhei0ZJXmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WsOYXvEYxMs/s320/1170047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Existem pessoas que esperam do céu a direção para viver, fazem leitura das estrelas e dos astros para assim discernir os tempos e os modos, foram estes que vieram receber o Messias, os Magos do Oriente. Belém era governada por Herodes, que por sua vez detinha em seu poder todo o conhecimento sobre a lei através dos doutores dela, ele sabia da promessa do Messias, sabia que cedo ou tarde um seria levantado para o trono, e este não era como a grande maioria, este era o Cristo, a promessa do Pai aos homens, o Rei mais digno do trono do que qualquer outro já existente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Entretanto, nessa história toda encontramos este elemento surpresa, essa coisa sem sentido: Deus, o Rei dos judeus, sendo recebido por homens do oriente, adoradores dos astros, pagãos. Os magos conseguiram se sensibilizar ao nascimento de Jesus, entenderam que deviam ir adorá-lo, levaram presentes para Ele e se renderam à sua majestade, esses homens receberam do sobrenatural de Deus, foram visitados por anjos e fizeram parte do maior plano já ostentado no coração de Deus para os homens, Deus encarnado a nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Herodes com toda sua pompa passou e não viu o Senhor, os doutores zelaram por conhecer a promessa escrita mas não tiveram um encontro com o verbo encarnado, nenhum judeu compareceu para adorá-lo, não renderam presentes, não perceberam que no meio deles era chegado o Messias, continuaram a viver os seus dias, sustentaram seus tronos e até usaram da morte para tanto, mas não perceberam o Senhor, não conseguiram discerni-lo, fizeram da terra para qual Ele estava prometido, terra de morte, permitiram que pagãos honrassem o seu próprio Deus, fizeram do dia do nascimento do Rei dos reis um dia banal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4667441157275785415?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4667441157275785415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/parte-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4667441157275785415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4667441157275785415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/parte-i.html' title='...Parte I...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TBhei0ZJXmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WsOYXvEYxMs/s72-c/1170047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4192053597579709130</id><published>2010-06-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:20:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Prazer, me chamo Rafael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;O adorador é um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;filho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; que entende que é amado. E quem ama sorri, e mesmo quando chora, adora e se&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;entrega&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adelita Consthância Jr.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TAyCLP3pj-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZERHDYg37k/s1600/jardim.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479897976353165282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TAyCLP3pj-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZERHDYg37k/s320/jardim.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...No crepúsculo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Prazer, me chamo Rafael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Silêncio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Estou escondido, sabe? Escondido de meu Pai, e isso é o mais triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Quer dizer, eu gosto de estar perto Dele, de sentar ao seu lado e apenas observa-Lo ser meu Pai, mas eu confesso: Em algum lugar, andaram botando as mãos no meu sentido em estar aqui do lado Dele, e eu nem sei como isso foi acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Olhar agressivo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Todo dia eu tento sair deste lugar distante, afinal, eu não quero estar distante. Mas eu não consigo achar a saída deste jardim labirinto, saio de um corredor e caio logo em outro, corro e me debato contra a cerca viva, e no final eu ainda estou aqui, escondido, em algum lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Parado, olho para os céus, já está escurecendo, o frio já caiu, a garoa fina molha meu rosto, meu cansaço já não posso evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Lágrimas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-Dentro de mim verdades entram em conflito, alicerces lutam para permanecer vivos. Em silêncio eu luto para acreditar, sim, eu busco a forma menos impactante para manter minhas convicções em pé, reúno as forças que ainda estão vivas, e, firme continuo a esperar dos céus a resposta do socorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...Um brilho no olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;-E apesar de tanta duvida, uma coisa eu tenho aprendido com as nuvens, e isso é: Por mais negras que elas possam estar se tornando, e por mais frio que elas possam permitir que os ventos venham me trazer uma coisa é certa, o céu todo é maior que este jardim, sim, ele é bem maior que este labirinto no qual eu vim parar, e isso me leva acreditar que ainda vale a pena, vale a pena esperar, pois antes que anoiteça as estrelas viram me guiar, elas seram o caminho... Meu caminho para junto do Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O menino ergue a cabeça e continua a lutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4192053597579709130?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4192053597579709130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/prazer-me-chamo-rafael.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4192053597579709130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4192053597579709130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/06/prazer-me-chamo-rafael.html' title='...Prazer, me chamo Rafael...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/TAyCLP3pj-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZERHDYg37k/s72-c/jardim.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6703068779030768230</id><published>2010-05-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:19:57.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Superar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvbGPqU0w0M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvbGPqU0w0M&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Às vezes eu erro contra as pessoas. Às vezes erram contra mim. Tanta coisa acontece na vida, mas no final o seu erro ou o erro dos outros contra você, não é o que realmente importa, mas sim o que você fará diante de tudo isso, como você irá superar. A gente escolhe tanta coisa, e tanta coisa os outros escolhem, são decisões que afetam a todos, arrancando lágrimas ou riso dos corações das pessoas, do coração de nós mesmos, sendo que, apesar dos outros ou apesar de nós mesmos ainda temos a responsabilidade de viver... É interessante como viver também pode significar superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Recentemente me deparei com Jesus diante da notícia da morte de seu primo, João. A Bíblia é bem clara ao dizer que Ele se ausentou das pessoas, e isso, por duas vezes. Acabei pensando, sabe? Não foi fácil perder João Batista, um homem tão de Deus, de tamanha significância para a Igreja, realmente era necessário o silêncio. Eu sou da perspectiva de que há algo de misterioso no silêncio, algo intrigante, do mesmo jeito que ele pode desesperar, ele pode acalmar, colocar as “idéias” no lugar, talvez o silêncio seja a canção mais sensata no momento de dor. Confesso que nos últimos dias estou arrumando as minhas gavetas (valeu Helena, Rs!), organizando as coisas dentro de mim, buscando superar os meus erros e limitações, e acredite, talvez, superar as pessoas seja mais fácil que superar você mesmo, mas em fim, continuo a aprender comigo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;O processo de superar, é quase como reaprender a viver, pra alguns é isso mesmo o que acontece. Nós temos de superar doenças, traições, talvez as nossas traições, e nos remodelamos, realinhamos nosso viver, acredito que isso é um tempo aonde Deus Pai nos conduz a uma nova forma de viver. Ele olha a gente aprendendo a andar, tropeçando em nossos próprios pés, e nada faz, afinal, não há nada a fazer, a não ser esperar que consigamos dar um passo após outro, é caindo que aprendemos a andar. Mas o humor de tudo isso, está no tempo, pois é justamente o tempo o maior aliado da superação, só o tempo cicatriza feridas, a cura vem com o tempo e não com instantes, enquanto isso nos ausentamos, eu me ausento, pois é o tempo de solitude que revela a Vida de Deus em nós, a força capacitadora do Pai, a graça, os Seus propósitos... A nossa superação com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6703068779030768230?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6703068779030768230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/05/superar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6703068779030768230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6703068779030768230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/05/superar.html' title='...Superar...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-5411314926812531316</id><published>2010-04-12T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:18:54.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Em crise pela Sua presença...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4jspSQVZ2I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G4jspSQVZ2I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hoje eu levantei tão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;emotivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Existem manhãs que eu levanto assim, que eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;consigo perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;o vento correndo por sobre meus braços, batendo no meu rosto, e eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;paro pra pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;no quanto eu quero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;melhor nesta manhã, e eu vejo as pessoas me olhando, como se aquela manhã fosse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;apenas mais uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;São nestas manhãs que eu sinto uma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;carência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maior de Deus, é, às vezes eu queria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;tocar com meus dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Jesus, sentir a textura de seu rosto, deixar aqueles grandes e profundos olhos me olharem e me fazerem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;de novo.. É quando eu tenho a certeza de que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;eu sou menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, apenas menino, buscando um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oportunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;de fazer a coisa certa, de agradar, de perceber que eu estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;correspondendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, quer dizer, se eu posso fazer alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eu quero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, porque na prisão da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;limitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, do não poder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;voar daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, pra bem longe, pros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;braços de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, eu percebo que eu ainda não posso viver esse muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;O muito mais que os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;tempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;no meu dia-dia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;a plenitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;da presença que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;consome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;todo o resto de mim, que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;me engoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;pra dentro, pra bem mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;dessa realidade de Deus. Eu estou tentando sabe, eu juro que eu estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, que eu me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, que eu olho em meus olhos todo dia no espelho e me pergunto se eu estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;valendo a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, pra me lembrar sempre que eu puder, acertar sempre que atento, e na simplicidade de algumas coisas minhas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;encontrar Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;. Eu queria saber a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;opinião dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sobre mim, um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;que ainda não foi escrito, um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ainda não percebido, que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;tudo, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; aquilo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;apesar de mim, aquilo que você não vê, que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;ninguém vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;, aquilo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;quebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;tudo em mim. Eu levantei plenamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;hoje, nada mais que isso, gente com saudades de Deus, em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crise pela Sua presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-5411314926812531316?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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inabalável de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myfBXi5ZObM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myfBXi5ZObM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;João Batista, a voz do que clama no deserto, o Elias que havia de se manifestar antes do Filho do Homem, o profeta depois de 400 anos de silêncio, foi ele mesmo aquele que indagou da pessoa de Cristo. Sabe, estar na prisão nos faz pensar em Deus, definitivamente, pois a posição de desconforto, sendo ela com cadeias ou não, nos fazem questionar a soberania de Deus, a gente se cansa de ver o sol nascer quadrado e na ausência dos ideais nos sentimos ausentes do próprio Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;As vezes eu sou tão previsível que até banalizo a minha fé, o desconforto das coisas não pode jamais macular o caráter de Deus pra mim. Se nós fôssemos chamados para um evangelho onde só cremos quando não somos pressionados nada teria glória, mas percebo que se João, um cara de um contexto tão encharcado da presença de Deus teve o seu momento humano, quanto mais eu sou passível de humanidade. Hebreus 11 diz: "Ora, sem fé é impossível agradar a Deus, porque é necessário que aquele que se aproxima de Deus creia que ele existe e que é galardoador dos que o buscam", João, quando na prisão permitiu-se duvidar mandou pessoas a Jesus, ele deu um jeito de ir até Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Deus e Seu caráter inabalável é tão confrontante pra nós todos os dias, porque somos seres almáticos, e, em alguma lugar do mundo já se diz que a nossa alma é como a criança inquieta, ela precisa de limites, precisa de ser acalmada, acalentada nos braços do Senhor. Mediante a tudo isso aprendi que nos é necessário ir pra Jesus todo dia, de todas as formas possíveis, precisamos zelar por nossa fé, acalmar nossas emoções falhas, lustrar a soberana imagem que temos do Pai a todo instante, precisamos de crer que Ele é galardoador, precisamos de ver e ouvir das Suas obras (como foi com os discípulos de João), lembrando sempre que em algum momento pode nos ocorrer de termos o que é externo prevalecendo contra nós, uma bailarina prevaleceu contra João, e por isso temos de ter fé, pois pode chegar o momento de precisarmos dar o nosso TUDO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-2381943862252828227?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2381943862252828227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/04/mateus-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2381943862252828227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2381943862252828227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/04/mateus-11.html' title='...Mateus 11...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-1536598915910311484</id><published>2010-04-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:01:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Felizes para sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“A pessoa que inventou o ‘&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Felizes para sempre&lt;/span&gt;’ deveria tomar uma surra daquelas”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3q0jeo9MUI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3q0jeo9MUI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu nem sei como estou aqui hoje, sabe. As vezes eu me irrito tanto, pois as coisas vão acontecendo ao redor da gente e nós não temos o controle, nós nunca temos o controle. As vezes eu queria que algumas coisas fossem mais simples, um pouco mais coloridas e concretas... Mas a Vida independe do meu querer. As vezes eu queria ser dono do meu "felizes para sempre", sim, eu gostaria de fazer o meu "felizes para sempre", eu queria que ele existisse, que ele fosse, que realmente eu tivesse um cavalo branco e uma espada nas mãos para ir enfrentar as maldades da Vida, mas eu não vivo na Walt Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E eu não vou mentir, já estava sim, estava desacreditado no "felizes para sempre", estava tão irritado com Rapunzel e as demais princesinhas meigas, que nem são de verdade e têm um final de felicidade, eu estava revoltado com aquele que inventou essa de felicidade de porcelana, mas o que eu não estava percebendo era o plano de felicidade da Cruz, da palavra de Deus, da pessoa de Jesus, um plano de felicidade muito maior que o meu, bem diferente, que passa pela angústia, pela falta de propósito e sentido no ser, no estar, no viver, que é feliz quando tudo esta triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E eu percebo que não adianta chorar sabe, e que por isso, se eu quiser chorar que seja na intensidade da minha adoração, na intensidade do meu viver, do meu entregar o meu direito de me magoar com a Vida, com a felicidade, com o próprio Deus, pra Ele, se eu tiver de sofrer, de me doer que seja no meu morrer, no matar a minha carne, que venha valer a pena, porque as pessoas, em algum lugar da história lá atrás precisaram de escolher, de passar, de chorar e se doer pra honrar o Senhor, pra louvá-lo todos os dias, pra se erguer e cantar, bem dizer, encher o peito de gratidão e caminhar adiante, elas tiveram de levantar as suas mãos, encher seus corações e dar a sua adoração plena para o Senhor, em qualquer situação, em qualquer lugar, tiveram de se tornar aqueles que louvam a Deus em todo tempo... E sabe, dessa vez é a nossa vez, a minha vez, então vamos enxugar nossas lágrimas e cantar Aleluias Senhor, assim seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-1536598915910311484?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1536598915910311484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/04/felizes-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1536598915910311484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1536598915910311484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/04/felizes-para-sempre.html' title='...Felizes para sempre...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4832006204702487103</id><published>2010-03-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:27:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cidade Inacabada"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;“... Que Deus é tão grande como o nosso Deus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;A voz do teu trovão repercurtiu-se nos ares; os relâmpagos alumiaram o mundo; a terra se abalou e tremeu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pelo mar foi o teu caminho, e tuas veredas, pelas grandes águas; e as tuas pegadas não se conheceram.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Salmos 77: 13-18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZlsw8uveEw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZlsw8uveEw&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Salve, salve rapazeada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;                   Acabo de sair do meu tempo com Deus, estamos no dia 17 de março, às 15:51 hs. Provavelmente você deve estar vivendo muita coisa agora, digo, você pode estar no trabalho, ou no Shopping fazendo compras, e talvez você, como a nossa linda Betinha, esteja de aniversário (Por isso parabéns a todos!), mas em fim, eu estou aqui pra compartilhar uma pérola vinda de Deus a esta “ostra” que sou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;                   Tenho passado por um bocado sabe, acho que me desacostumei a correr atrás da Vida, é entrevista de emprego, resultado de provas... Avaliações e mais avaliações! Isso soma-se às minhas questões interiores, as brigas do meu viver, muitos conflitos, de forma que quando paro para refletir sobre todos estes caminhos dentro de mim, me deparo com um emaranhado de perguntas sem respostas, são situações e circunstâncias pela metade, quase como que se houvesse dentro de mim uma “cidade inacabada”, isso mesmo, viadutos pela metade, semáforos sem fiação, ruas sem sinalização, lugares com finalidades que no final, não conseguem me levar a destino algum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;                   Entretanto dentro de mim não deixa de haver uma cidade, percebe? Não deixa de haver caminhos que são caminhos, e andando por estas ruas com o Pai compus uma canção, que diz assim: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quem conhecerá? Quem entenderá? Quem explicará? A mente, o Teu coração quem entende? Oh, Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;”, foi então que percebi que esta cidade dentro de mim era pra ser vivida por mim, pois ela tem muito a me ensinar, ela me apresenta o “Deus que eu não entendo”, sim, o Deus que sai do meu campo de idéias e ideais, que transcende o ciclo da Vida e que me dá uma “cidade inacabada”, com função de cidade, ou seja, tentar entender Deus é inútil, pois Ele é nobre de mais para o nosso socialismo, e é por isso mesmo que eu devo deixá-lo coexistir com o meu plano humano, sendo que sempre que necessário, eu partilhe de sua outra dimensão, a do não entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4832006204702487103?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4832006204702487103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/03/cidade-inacabada.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4832006204702487103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4832006204702487103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/03/cidade-inacabada.html' title='&quot;Cidade Inacabada&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-2527928481581127805</id><published>2010-03-15T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:44:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Exortação a ter em memória...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Todos os mandamentos que hoje vos ordeno guardareis para os fazer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;para que vivais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e vos multipliqueis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e entreis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e possuais a terra que o Senhor jurou a vossos pais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deuteronômio 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S56o3vS7WWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Bn9GF82rMvI/s1600-h/DSC02388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S56o3vS7WWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Bn9GF82rMvI/s320/DSC02388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978274707003746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olá pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este que vos fala aqui mais uma vez, hoje especificamente, é resultado de um tempo de reflexão em Deuteronômio capítulos: 8-4-9-10-11-30 (respectivamente). Sabe, quando Deus fala comigo eu fico meio "down", penso, repenso, penso de novo, perco o chão, me encontro com o meu "mim mesmo" e oro, porque só junto do Pai eu dou conta de me manter nos trilhos, já que "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu sou eu e minhas circunstâncias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esta semana recebi uma palavra sobre o tempo que estou vivendo, ela veio da parte de Deus através de uma grande e nova amiga, a pastora Ana Guimarães de Pelotas, não foi nada de forma mística, ou ainda transcendental, foi Deus se manifestando a mim através de um outro ser humano, que como gente ministrou Vida de Deus a mim, lembro-me muito bem que a pastora me dizia o seguinte: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...não procure entender os dias em que vive, saiba que o que você precisa é de ouvir a voz do Senhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;", estas palavras foram como bálsamo para meu coração, só eu e alguns amigos mais próximos sabemos que administrar os dias em que vivo dentro de mim, tem sido uma tarefa desafiadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E dentro de tudo que ouvi, da graça de ser confortado com a palavra de que o Senhor tem zelado por mim, eu tenho buscado ater ao meu coração o guardar os mandamentos do Pai (DT 8:6-7-8-9), pois Ele é quem tem a direção do caminho para a Terra prometida, e nessa caminhada Ele nos guiará por lugares altos e baixos, escorregadios e seguros, pois muitas vezes o Senhor precisa de nos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...humilhar, para nos tentar, para saber o que esta no nosso coração, se guardaremos os Seus mandamentos ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" (DT 8:2), e nisto tudo Ele tem razão, pois além Dele, nós também precisamos conhecer nosso ser, precisamos aprender quais os lugares de perigo, e precisamos de entender que constantemente temos de zelar por Seus mandamentos, pois são eles no final que valerão a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; 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font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;"...Quando o inverno chega, as folhas das árvores caem e a única coisa que aparece são os galhos secos e retorcidos. Não há mais a beleza trazida pelas cores das folhas e das flores, apenas a feiúra dos galhos secos. Contudo, ainda que do lado de fora a visão seja feia e triste, do lado de dentro, a árvore continua viva. E a primavera, a estação seguinte, revelará a vida no interior da árvore através das novas folhas e flores que começarão a brotar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Benefícios do Inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Pr. Gustavo Bessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S5HX8DinqNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FXvPCbRSIAw/s1600-h/outono1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S5HX8DinqNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FXvPCbRSIAw/s320/outono1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445370851210275026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#61636A;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Boa noite gente, isso mesmo, já está tarde e eu estou aqui de frente para o computador, perplexo sabe, com meu coração nas mãos, mais uma vez nosso querido Reverendo Gustavo (nós Ctmdt) me deixou com a pulga atrás da orelha, e é com ela que eu vou dormir esta noite. Quando criança eu adorava subir em árvores, gostava de imaginar que dentro delas subsistia um mundo que eu não conhecia, ficava encantado com as formigas que teimavam em subir muito alto só por folhas verdes, o que eu achava uma "tolice", já que as vezes seres como eu, sopravam sobre elas, e, em fim, depois de muito galho "subido" elas caiam ao chão (crueldade, Rs!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;E como um exímio admirador de árvores, posso atestar que no inverno até o chão cheio de folhas amarelas marcadas pelo velho, têm mais beleza que a árvore em si. E eu fico pensando que no jardim da Vida, eu sou uma árvore ambulante passeando pelo campo, odeio o inverno e confesso, Oxalá pudesse evitá-lo, mas no final o vento frio vence e a minha "galhada" tortuosa aparece. Há algum tempo ouço que Deus tem o controle de tudo, até dos momentos em que perdemos o controle, mediante a isso, tenho encarado o inverno como parte do controle de Deus sobre mim, sobre meus galhos, acredito que Ele tem de fazer assim mesmo, e por mais inexplicável que seja, já que Ele é Deus e poderia fazer diferente, as coisas precisam acontecer assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Entretanto, no rigor do frio a soprar sobre os restos da árvore que sou neste inverno, tenho pensado além, Deus tem o controle de tudo e por isso nada o surpreenderá, nem mesmo a feiúra de meus galhos, na verdade Ele já esperava encontrá-la. Graças a Deus por isso não? Ele não se surpreende, nunca é pego de surpresa e nunca se recusará em nos trabalhar, Ele é o artifíce maior, Quem sabe moldar o nosso ser... Viva ao Inverno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-7778432272098057023?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7778432272098057023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/03/arvore-ambulante-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7778432272098057023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/7778432272098057023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/03/arvore-ambulante-que-sou.html' title='&quot;...A árvore ambulante que sou...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S5HX8DinqNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FXvPCbRSIAw/s72-c/outono1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-3580393061904502847</id><published>2010-02-17T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:14:45.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Na Micareta..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fufbep7Vb98&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fufbep7Vb98&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Carnaval...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Confesso que na minha Vida cristã mentirosa, mediócre e obscura, nos tempos que eu queria estar com todos e com tudo, agradando a "gregos" e "troianos" por muitas vezes eu quis usurpar o direito de correr atrás do trio elétrico vestindo abada e tudo. O prazer da carne era tão sedutor e a melodia de sua música tão avassaladora que eu contava os dias para poder me emancipar da autoridade de meus pais e curtir a noite. O fato é que eu sabia que um dia iria "pular" no carnaval, só não imaginava as circunstâncias, e sabe, "aleluias", "hosanas nas alturas", eu fui para o carnaval, saí da minha cidade aqui em Mato Grosso, atravessei o país e fui parar em St° Luzia (MG), no meio da muvuca. É que eu fui com Jesus no carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Subir o morro não foi nada fácil, pois falava de mim... Falava da atitude que eu tinha de tomar, como Igreja, de sair do conforto dos retiros, das quatro paredes dos meus grandiosos, ou pequeninos templos, de sair do meio da adoração que eu tanto amo, para tornar Jesus em mim acessível à aquele que esta lá do lado de fora, pois acredite, existe um mundo fora da Igreja. Lembro que meu coração batia, eu brigava com o meu "eu mesmo" o tempo todo, pois ao contrário do que me fora ensinado, ali, na loucura da micareta era o meu lugar, era o lugar onde o meu Jesus queria estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Abracei bêbados, conversei com crianças, encontrei filhos de missionários e pastores, entretanto foi um grupo de meninas, entre 13 e 17 anos, todas ex-traficantes e usuárias, marcadas pela violência sexual, pelo abandono dos pais, sem esperança, sem amor próprio, sem vida, esperando que alguma coisa do céu caísse que me chamou atenção. Sabe, pude ver Jesus ir até elas, emprestar seus ombros para que chorassem, seus ouvidos para que falassem, ví Ele dizer que havia esperança no amanhã, ví Ele tocá-las em amor, isso através de minhas mãos... Foi o melhor carnaval que eu poderia "pular", pois eu me envolví, me importei, me forcei a dar a "cara a tapa", e Ele veio, me fez parte de Seu reino, me usou... E sabe gente, a minha Vida mudou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-3580393061904502847?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3580393061904502847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/02/na-micareta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3580393061904502847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3580393061904502847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/02/na-micareta.html' title='&quot;...Na Micareta...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6253424571440034780</id><published>2010-02-16T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:13:00.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...No CTMDT..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S3r8PLNPnLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2imINmNNdyg/s1600-h/OgAAAKOnzJSdfg6FGsZpQtsYdJ07Dx_4_6CNlZvNB93uuMTa1QyEnCj8bGVyPNmW6VYfswDl4iBMkjGlCnhJboYfkEYAm1T1UARttC8mp9HZbxay9ZyzE7VDQY6g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S3r8PLNPnLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2imINmNNdyg/s320/OgAAAKOnzJSdfg6FGsZpQtsYdJ07Dx_4_6CNlZvNB93uuMTa1QyEnCj8bGVyPNmW6VYfswDl4iBMkjGlCnhJboYfkEYAm1T1UARttC8mp9HZbxay9ZyzE7VDQY6g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438936837639871666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meu Deus...Faz séculos que não passo por aqui, não? A Vida acaba consumindo a gente no dia-dia e se não nos esforçarmos "Jaz!", o tempo passa, as rugas chegam e nós não aproveitamos nada. Mas sabe gente, eu estava viajando, sim, isso mesmo, estava na minha terra de coração: Belo Horizonte. Costumo dizer que BH. é o lugar do meu Peniel, pois lá eu ví o Senhor, lá eu lutei com Deus e muito crescí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;E como foi bom, primeiro porque eu conhecí uma grande amiga, alguém que Deus colocou em meu caminho para eu conhecê-Lo nas características desta coisa linda do Pai, a Naty Toninato (Affs... Acredite, vc precisa de conhecê-la!), como Deus me abençoou, até aprender a olhar quando a marcha ré entrou na combi eu aprendí (Rs...Te amo Naty), reví outro grande amigo, alguém muito importante na minha caminhada, o Xerem (Pra vc que não o conhece fica como Wesley mesmo), meu Deus como foi bom passar o dia com ele, limpar o chão da escola, montar cama para os alunos, receber os pais e seus filhos neste tempo novo para ambos, eu ví também a Dilene, o Marquinho, o Ric e a Sandra, a Kendria, a Fernanda, Meu Deus ela esta enorme, lindamente grávida (Eh Natan! Como essa pessoinha já esta sendo esperada.), todos estes "seres" fazem parte de minha Vida, minha história, das mais lindas lembranças escondidas em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Me encontrei também com a Camila, a Taís, a Luciana, o Hugo e a Débora, o Orestys, é impressionante como o corpo de discípulado deste ano esta lindo em tudo, cada pessoa, cada olhar, cada gesto, meu Deus, são lindos, lindos que eu amo, aí acabei tendo também tempo com o Toller, o Renas, o Jean, ví a Regiane na unção da cabra ciamesa (Hilário!), ví a Robertinha (amor da minha Vida, minha paxão, esta coisa baxinha que eu adoro!), reví a Helena, e, acredite você ou não, o Robinho me deu um abraço (Ria se quiser, mais um abraço do Robinho é muito especial, Rs!), gente até a Nívea apareceu lá na escola e chamou a gente pra ir na casa dela (Toda íntima!), Ví também a pastora Lylian (Minha mãe!)e o pastor João, também o pastor Clay e a Grazi, ví a Alda (A loura da minha Vida... Amo muito, meu Deus!), foi um tempo muito bom, mas sabe, nada disso seria possível sem o Senhor, por isso a Ele toda a honra, toda a glória, pois é na união do Corpo, no partir do pão que Ele se manifesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6253424571440034780?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6253424571440034780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-ctmdt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6253424571440034780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6253424571440034780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-ctmdt.html' title='&quot;...No CTMDT...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/S3r8PLNPnLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2imINmNNdyg/s72-c/OgAAAKOnzJSdfg6FGsZpQtsYdJ07Dx_4_6CNlZvNB93uuMTa1QyEnCj8bGVyPNmW6VYfswDl4iBMkjGlCnhJboYfkEYAm1T1UARttC8mp9HZbxay9ZyzE7VDQY6g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-1681166403737998229</id><published>2010-01-02T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:27:09.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...2010..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/Sz9lsDTjJhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r7SabV300r8/s1600-h/bompastor-78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/Sz9lsDTjJhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r7SabV300r8/s320/bompastor-78.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422164283853317650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;O Senhor é o meu pastor; nada me faltará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ele me leva para descansar em pastos verdes e me guia a tranqüilas águas pra que eu não venha me afogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ele refrigera a minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me mantém nas veredas justas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se firmando em Seu infalível amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda que eu ande muito próximo à morte não consigo temer, porque Ele vem comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Sua vara me corrige, e o seu cajado me direciona, me trazendo consolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ele põe uma mesa para mim diante de meus inimigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ungi a minha cabeça com o óleo de seu Santo Espírito e faz meu calíce transbordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Certamente a bondade e a misericórdia serão sobre mim todos os dias de meu viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Habitarei na Casa do Senhor por longos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tudo isso por Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por Sua bondade e Seu amor para comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por Sua presença, a bússola de meu 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title='&quot;...2010...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/Sz9lsDTjJhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/r7SabV300r8/s72-c/bompastor-78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6503095102470135719</id><published>2009-12-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:09:58.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Fim de ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJqr9GVEhi8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJqr9GVEhi8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Se eu tivesse de dizer algo sobre este ano permaneceria em &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Não sei bem o que dizer. Tanta coisa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, emoções intensas e fortes... Foram lágrimas e surpresas, risos e superação, o Netinho de 2009 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;começou a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; como um adulto em Deus. E sabe, se não consigo falar muito sobre os 360 e tantos dias deste ano, quanto mais os do ano que vem, digo, há uma consciência em mim sobre o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;oculto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; neste &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;novo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, é quase como se não houvesse o que esperar, já que não se sabe o que está por vir, e isto é novo &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Todo ano as pessoas buscam novas metas, traçam novos planos, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;erguem novos desafios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;e pré definem seus dias a seguir mediante as coisas do&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Realmente é importante sonhar, buscar um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;alvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para o qual correr, afinal de contas na Vida todo mundo corre, mas este ano esta música &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;não tocou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; meu coração. Vejo amigos &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;comprando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; roupas novas, outros &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;se preparando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; para o 2° semestre de Educação Física na UFMT, outros &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;desistindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de coisas conquistadas em 2009 e vejo até gente que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;não tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; esperança nenhuma para a próxima sexta-feira, mas o meu coração &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; calado, quieto, perdido dentro de um único &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o desejo pela&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; presença de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;É como se eu estivesse na Golden Gate Bridge, vindo de São Francisco para Sausalito, o fato de eu ter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;cruzado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;um mundo de coisas até ali, não diz que eu não terei outra infinidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; para atravessar. Eu sei que para este novo tempo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;haverão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;conquistas lindas, desafios intensos, um novo aprendizado, e por isso, a única coisa que devo &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;trazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de 2009 para 2010 é a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;presença de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Eu não preciso de uma grande produção, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;não preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; de mais dinheiro, não preciso de oportunidades, e nem mesmo da tão esperada &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;paz mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, eu &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;preciso de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, muito mais do que vivi Dele ontem, preciso para o amanhã, pois Ele é o único acontecimento &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, que tem subsistido ao tempo, que tem me acompanhado à 21 anos, um mês e dez dias, e qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;e estará comigo mesmo quando &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;eu não for mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Quando eu  estiver do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;outro lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;da Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6503095102470135719?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6503095102470135719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/fim-de-ano-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6503095102470135719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6503095102470135719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/fim-de-ano-ii.html' title='...Fim de ano...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6486944818743304073</id><published>2009-12-13T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:44:35.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...E a afeição aparece..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Viver é afinar um instrumento...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De dentro pra fora, de fora pra dentro...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A toda hora, a todo momento...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;De dentro pra fora, de fora pra dentro"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Tato Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SyWxb8-5zBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2blBvyHbzo/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SyWxb8-5zBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2blBvyHbzo/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414929220767435794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Sabe, estive pensando... Na verdade estava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;voando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; mesmo, voando com o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;. É que existem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; que são importantes na Vida, coisas que fazem de nós o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;. Dentre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;o que podemos vivenciar nesta jornada aqui, um dia todos nós iremos partilhar de um momento muito gracioso, onde viveremos em busca da felicidade de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; coração de muito valor para nós, posso ouvir um aleluia? Porque é exatamente sobre isto que estamos conversando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Relacionamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Comprar um presente, tirar a franja dela dos olhos ou dar as mãos pra ele, sim, todas estas coisas lindas vamos viver, deve ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;, digo, poder finalmente fluir com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;aqueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; sentimentos do nosso coração feitos exclusivamente para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;aquela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; pessoa... E neste tempo a gente se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;expõe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; até ao ridículo, pois todas as imperfeições tendem a vir para fora, mas é isto mesmo que achamos lindo uns nos outros, nossa complexidade em ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nobres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;falhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; ao mesmo tempo, talvez seja este o motivo da festa de casamento ser tão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;suntuosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;, pois ela pode significar o resumo do passado, presente e futuro deste partilhar de dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Você deve estar se perguntando onde quero chegar, o que acontece é que acabei por perceber que nós temos refletido sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;, aprendido com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;testemunhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; lindos e meditado em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; profundas, mas ainda não esbarrei em nenhum post que falasse desta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; que todos nós temos no peito que tende a reluzir fortemente, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;afeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;. Mas eu entendo, já que falar de afeição é se expor, deixar com que outros saibam as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;características emotivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; que há em nós, ou seja, nossa particularidade. Talvez você esteja namorando, talvez nunca tenha chegado lá, independente de tudo isto precisamos assumir que dentro de nós existe um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; pra ser completo, (E só pra constar, eu sei, não era esta a motivação da canção da Ana!) por isso precisamos estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;prontos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; ao máximo pra este encontro, e este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;preparo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; é no Senhor... Já se diz por aí que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; que temos guardado no coração, enquanto não é direcionado para outro ser humano deve ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;consagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; a Deus, pois Ele é pleno o suficiente pra receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;adoração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; de nossas afeições, lindo não? Por isso blogueiros pensamos sobre isto hoje, vamos nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;antenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;em Deus pra que Ele sintonize o nosso coração na freqüência segura, aquela que vem Dele. Abraço pra vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6486944818743304073?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6486944818743304073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-afeicao-aparece.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6486944818743304073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6486944818743304073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-afeicao-aparece.html' title='&quot;...E a afeição aparece...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SyWxb8-5zBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/l2blBvyHbzo/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-2747684294847147250</id><published>2009-11-14T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:05:28.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Esconderijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ytks9DJhaA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ytks9DJhaA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Dentro de mim há uma casa vazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;São só portas enormes, paredes sem quadros e a luz pela janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Um lugar a sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Um esconderijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Onde eu posso simplesmente deitar no chão e olhar o teto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Correr pelos corredores quietos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Dançar de frente para o espelho e cantar uma canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Sentar na mesa da cozinha e tocar um violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Onde eu possa ter meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;PAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; perto de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Estou aprendendo procurar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; que aquieta meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Deixar a chuva apenas desmanchar e pensar perdendo a razão do normal da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; esconderijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Encontro meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; e na arte do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; jeito descubro o sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Aprendo a ter calma pra contar nos dedos, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; beijo me faz ficar ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Estou deixando meu teto desabar pra que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; posso reconstruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Estou aprendendo a me libertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;A não me censurar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Dentro de mim há uma casa vazia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-2747684294847147250?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2747684294847147250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/11/esconderijo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2747684294847147250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2747684294847147250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/11/esconderijo.html' title='...Esconderijo...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4032435956060240945</id><published>2009-11-12T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:07:33.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Happy Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ensina-me a contar os meus dias para que eu alcance um coração sábio"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Salmos 90:12)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dePMU8R131s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dePMU8R131s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amigos Blogueiros...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estou aqui para compartilhar de algo maravilhoso, a manifestação do AMOR de DEUS a nós por meio do próximo, a forma mais linda de sentir o que o Senhor sente por nós, por intermédio do calor humano. Pra você que não se ligou ainda no último dia 11 completei 21 anos de Vida, e Vida em Deus, e de TUDO que há, que é, que tem existência na face da Terra, recebí o melhor dos melhores presentes, o carinho de amigos mais chegados que irmãos e compartilho com vocês aqui, cada uma dessas palavras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Roberta Izabell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mininuuuuuuuuuuuuu linduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Parabénsssssssssssssssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;Vc sabe que tu é mt especial pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Oro a Deus que esse dia tão maravilhoso,seja repleto das bençãos de alegria,e unção do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Fica na paz.&lt;br /&gt;Dollo vc!&lt;br /&gt;bjuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Um cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="margin-top:0cm;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-left:18.0pt; margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:12.0pt;tab-stops:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Zilma (Cantina CTMDT):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Oi Amiguinho!!! Queria tanto ser a primeira... ahauahauahaua.&lt;br /&gt;Quero desejar um niver muuito feliz, que o Senhor te abençoe com Seu cuidado, proteçao, provisao e satisfaça os desejos do seu coração, segundo a Sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Bjao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Thiago de Souza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Parabéns meu irmão mais chegado.&lt;br /&gt;Que o próprio Deus abençoe tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Renato Marinoni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;E ai Neto!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Meus Parabéns!!!! Que o Senhor te abençoe muito nesse novo, te dando sempre a direção em tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Um graande abraço!&lt;br /&gt;Renato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Gisselda (Discí CTMDT):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Querido, parabéns! Que o Senhor possa derramar inúmeras bençãos sobre a sua vida. Gde. abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jamilly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Amigooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo seu dia!!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de vc e das nossas conversas..&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus continue te abençoando muito..&lt;br /&gt;Bjos!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Junior Giovaninni:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Meu primo chic no último&lt;br /&gt;Mano saudade de vc&lt;br /&gt;Hj é um dia muito especial pra vc e pra nós como família... Gostaria de estar aí para dar os seu parabéns.... Que esse dia seja repleto da alegria do Senhor...&lt;br /&gt;Na paz de Cristo... Ridíiiiiiiiiculoooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Até janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Letícia Rodrigues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Netinhooooooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hj é seu diaaa q dia mais felizzz!! =]&lt;br /&gt;q saudadeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nao poderia deixar de passar aqui no seu dia taooo especial,neeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero desejar o melhor do PAPAI, q vc desfrute do q ELE tem e viva sempre com intensidadeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q essa nova idade, te traga mt mais do que vc imagina...mt alegria, realização de sonhos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus te abençoee mt amigooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc é mt especial!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Tiagão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Netinhooooooooooooooooooooooo! meu Deus, q dia lindo! parabéns meu irmão, amo vc, q Deus te abençoe muito e te surpreenda muito nesse dia de hoje! bjos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Jônatas Goiano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;parabéns Netinho!Deus abençõe vc dia após dia e q vc viva o melhor do Senhor pra sua vida!!!! (Felicidades) te amo!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ecleyse Lisboa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Meu querido amigo... Lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;O dia está mais iluminado...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais, fazem os dias ficarem mais especias...&lt;br /&gt;Deus já deve ter suspirado e apreciado com alegria a obra mais excelente feita por suas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Mano, não existe presente maior e melhor do que a presença do PAI em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nele encontramos a Graça e o Amor verdadeiro, ELE É.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns à vc por ter recebido o dom da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu quem mereço PARABÉNS, por ter um amigo tão sensível, verdadeiro, sincero,quebrantado, humano e cheinho de Deus...ainda por cima no bom sentido da palavra RiDíCuLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Pra. Lú de Souza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Amigoooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de vc...&lt;br /&gt;Que dia lindo hoje...&lt;br /&gt;É o seu dia!!!&lt;br /&gt;E não foi por acaso que vc nasceu...&lt;br /&gt;Netinho, os pensamentos que Deus tem são os melhores, acredite...&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades...&lt;br /&gt;Amo vc...&lt;br /&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Mélodi Modesto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Feliz aniver Netinho!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que acada dia o Senhor possa te supreender nesse novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço e sdd!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Neyla (CTMDT/1°ano):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Netinhoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Feliiiiz Niver!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deus te abençoe cada vez mais!!&lt;br /&gt;Bjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Cassiana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NetinhoOoo,&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que DEUS te supreenda neste dia,&lt;br /&gt;e que os propósitos dEle se cumpram em ti.SEMPRE!&lt;br /&gt;Saudades,&lt;br /&gt;vc é especial.&lt;br /&gt;BjãoO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Râmero Mendes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Netinhooooooooooo, como assim&lt;br /&gt;vc não me reconheceu??  ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é seu aniversário meu amigo...&lt;br /&gt;eu tive uma idéia, vamos no Deninho?&lt;br /&gt;eu pago a pizza amigo...&lt;br /&gt;e depois a gente pode ir no Dell Rey, o que acha??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; Naty Toninato (Depô):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Simmmmm, vc merece um depoimento de aniversário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Netinho querido...vc é uma benção na minha vida! Ainda que a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Gente não se conheça, sinto que Deus estabeleceu algo “divino”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Entre nós! Quero te ver face a face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Desejo que seu dia seja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;MARAVILHOSO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;e que vc seja surpreendido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;pelas bênçãos do Pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tudo o que Ele reservou pra vc seja desfrutado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Bjãoooo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Flórence Bastos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Netinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;parabens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;td de bom neste dia tao especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;beijus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Lucélia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;OI, PARABENSSSS&lt;br /&gt;DEUS ABENÇOE MUITO SUA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSARIO!!!&lt;br /&gt;ABRAÇOSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; Michel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;fala neto blz mano meus parabens deus te abençoe muito fica na paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Douglas(CTMDT08/09):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;feliz niver&lt;br /&gt;Deus te abençoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Gedeías:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;PARABÉNS MANO,RIDÍCULOOOOOO!!!!!!KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;VC FOI E É UMA GRANDE BENÇÃO PRA MIM NETINHO,SUA MANEIRA DE SER DETERMINADO,PERSEVERANTE E SORRIDENTE ME MARCA MUITO MANO.UM GRANDE ABRAÇO PRA VC MANO.SAUDADE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Lylian Abucater:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Parabéns meu amado!&lt;br /&gt;Deus te abençoe grandemente e continue te usando para essa geração profética na qual fazemos parte!&lt;br /&gt;abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ellen Cindel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Netinho!!!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Aniversario!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus multiplique as bençãos em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Bjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ps.:Tmbm fui acordado de manhã cedo pela Andressa Bastos, pelo telefone é claro, e recebi ligações do Alexandre, Messias e Adriana, tive que ligar para minha prima-CTM desnaturada que não me telefonou (Hahahaha, contei mesmoOo!) e o meu amigo de Todos os amigos, o Mateus ligou pra mim, chorei pra caramba! Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4032435956060240945?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4032435956060240945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4032435956060240945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4032435956060240945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday.html' title='...Happy Birthday...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-2521647468201694054</id><published>2009-10-24T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:55:49.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Ele tem sido Fiel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu posso pedir que a escuridão me esconda...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ir até o fundo do mar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subir ao céu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou me esconder em um abismo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ainda ali a Tua mão me guia Jesus."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SuN6jCMEIoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b_z9ic8IUog/s1600-h/tirinha-smilinguido3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SuN6jCMEIoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b_z9ic8IUog/s320/tirinha-smilinguido3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396291520821469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Confesso e não nego, quando minha dentista me disse que eu precisava de passar por três restaurações tive medo, saí do consultório com meu coração nas mãos, fiquei até com raiva, poxa, a gente cuida dos dentes, passa horas na frente do espelho com o fio-dental, se submete todo mês há no mínimo uma semana de dores, como resultado da pressão que o aparelho faz nos dentes, e as vezes, precisamos de deixar de lado um suculento prato de bife, por mais macio que seja, para comer o inimigo: Miojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Talvez eu seja dramático, na verdade, bem melodramático, mas foi assim mesmo que comecei a lidar com esta situação. O que me assusta não é o dentista, a cadeira ou seus instrumentos, mas ela, minha arque-inimiga e rival: a injeção. Você por favor, respeite a dor alheia! Pois eu tenho medo de injeção sim, uns tem de cobras, outros de baratas, ainda tem aqueles que tem medo de borboletas, e eu, no meu individual, não gosto de injeção, mesmo sendo um anestésico, mas em fim, isto se sucedeu em uma quarta (dia 14/10), e eu passei minuto após minuto me consumindo até as 15:00 hs da tarde do dia 23/10, acredite não foi fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Eu fui até orar por isto, sabe. E derrepente Deus começou a me ensinar, pois exatamente no dia 13, quando eu orava em uma outra madrugada, uma tirinha do Smilinguido me chamou atenção, ela dizia o seguinte: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Faço o que posso, e deixo o Criador fazer o resto!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Lembro que pensei em muita coisa, e senti então Deus me empurrando para a confiança Nele, me vi envergonhado naquela hora, pois o Deus que sustenta o universo todos os dias, era o Deus em quem eu não conseguia repousar, e mais, tudo isto colocou o meu Amor a prova, pois se eu não podia confiar nele por mim, que fizesse então por amor a Ele, viu, eu disse que não foi fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Não fui hipócrita, confessei ao Pai minha limitação, lembro que dizia: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Ah Senhor, não entendo! Simplesmente não me entendo, eu poderia tentar me forçar a repousar, mas eu não consigo, e estou até me odiando agora por isso, pois caraca, eu te amo Deus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Lágrimas rolaram mais esta vez, lágrimas de arrependimento, e comecei a louvar, Me lançando em Jesus. Fui anestesiado espiritualmente, pela paz de Deus, e, quando assustei estava de boca aberta com minha dentista, e acredite, não precisei de anestesia, foi super tranquilo, foi sobrenatural. Cheguei em casa e coloquei um cd, estava com saudades de um certo regente, então fui ouvir o seu coral cantar, e no decorrer do cd ouví &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;"Ele tem sido Fiel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, chorei, chorei tanto, pois aquilo era o meu coração, era o Senhor pegando em minhas mãos e me levando pra cantar, e sabe, só pra constar querido, é possível andar sobre as águas, sem medo de se afogar, é só olhar pra Ele, pois Ele... Bem... Ele esta lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmV_6WSV4R4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmV_6WSV4R4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-2521647468201694054?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2521647468201694054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/ele-tem-sido-fiel_24.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2521647468201694054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/2521647468201694054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/ele-tem-sido-fiel_24.html' title='...Ele tem sido Fiel...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SuN6jCMEIoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/b_z9ic8IUog/s72-c/tirinha-smilinguido3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6550367625390293425</id><published>2009-10-10T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:02:37.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...De repouso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Portanto, resta ainda um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;repouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; para o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;povo de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;(Hb. 4:9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/StDKbKTPWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_zjCYUwpps/s1600-h/a-etica-na-construcao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/StDKbKTPWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_zjCYUwpps/s320/a-etica-na-construcao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391031321932814386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Acredito que as primeiras horas da madrugada se tornarão as melhores amigas do meu tempo com Deus, tudo é tão escuro e quieto, quase como que um nada, diria ainda que talvez a totalidade do que é neutro em cada momento, me deixando simplesmente à vontade com Deus. E num destes momentos o Senhor me levou para estes versículos: "Temamos, pois, que, porventura deixada a promessa de entrar no Seu repouso, pareça que alguns de vós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;fiquem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; para trás. Porque também a nós foram pregadas as boas-novas, como a eles, mas a palavra da pregação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;nada lhes &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;aproveitou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;, porquanto não estavam misturadas com a fé naqueles que a ouviram." (Hb.4:1-2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Minha mente começou a "voar", passando por todas as promessas de descanso e repouso que Deus nos deixou na palavra, e foi então que percebi um elo de ligação entre todas elas, nos dizendo sempre o mesmo, que este descanso está no Senhor. Depois desta primeira e nada nova percepção, parei para prestar atenção na preocupação do autor do texto para conosco, nesta altura da reflexão aquietei meu coração e me perguntei: " Tenho eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;aproveitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; da palavra da pregação?", "Tenho encontrado fé em mim?", "Tenho repousado?" Por um momento permaneci em silêncio, nas palavras e na mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Mas à frente me deparei com o seguinte versículo: "Porque aquele que entrou no Seu repouso, ele próprio&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;repousou de suas obra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;, como Deus das Suas." (Hb 4:10). Sabe, as vezes condicionamos o nosso relacionamento com Deus à nossa vida, quero dizer, nos fixamos tanto no que diz respeito ao nosso passado, presente e futuro. Nos deixamos consumir por nossas preocupações e alvos, pelos a fazeres, nos cansamos de forma que deixamos com que estas coisas reflitam na nossa vida com Deus, vamos para Ele com todas as nossas obras, quando na verdade Ele nos convida para o repouso, para a anulação de tudo que nos condiciona a sermos quem somos, para deixá-lo condicionar o nosso ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Precisamos do Senhor em plenitude, nunca há o bastante Dele pra nós, pois sempre vai haver mais, sempre vamos ter de anularmos mais, crer mais, superar muito mais, por isto... "Procuremos, pois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;entrar naquele repouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;, para que ninguém caia no mesmo exemplo da desobediência." (Hb 4:11). Deus te abençoe meu querido, e lembre-se, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;você está de repouso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6550367625390293425?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6550367625390293425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/portanto-resta-ainda-um-repouso-para-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6550367625390293425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6550367625390293425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/portanto-resta-ainda-um-repouso-para-o.html' title='...De repouso...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/StDKbKTPWDI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_zjCYUwpps/s72-c/a-etica-na-construcao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-9022780600375846001</id><published>2009-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:10:33.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...e convém-nos atentar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7btVrqY_IM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7btVrqY_IM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Portanto, convém-nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;atentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;com mais diligência, para as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; que já temos ouvido, para que, em tempo algum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;nos desviemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; delas. Porque, se a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; falada pelos anjos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;permaneceu firme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, e toda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;transgressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;desobediência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; recebeu a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;justa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; retribuição, como escaparemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, se não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;atentarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; para uma tão grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, (...) vemos, porém, coroado de glória e de honra aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt; Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fora feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; um pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;menor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; do que os anjos, por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;causa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;paixão da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, para que, pela graça de Deus, provasse a morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;por todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. (...) E, visto como os filhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;participam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; e do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, também Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;participou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; das duas coisas, para que, pela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;aniquilasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;tinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;o império da morte, isto é, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;livrasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; todos os que, com medo da morte, estavam por toda a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;sujeitos à servidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. (...) Porque, naquilo que Ele mesmo, sendo tentado, padeceu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;pode socorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; aos que são tentados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hebreus 2.: 1-3/9/14-15/18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-9022780600375846001?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9022780600375846001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-convem-nos-atentar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/9022780600375846001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/9022780600375846001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-convem-nos-atentar.html' title='...e convém-nos atentar...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-3179144650718322990</id><published>2009-09-05T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:21:50.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Carente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SqMNjNgfBKI/AAAAAAAAADA/PBYxaJAbxxg/s1600-h/sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SqMNjNgfBKI/AAAAAAAAADA/PBYxaJAbxxg/s320/sozinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378157278582998178" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nestes últimos dias é assim que tenho me sentido: como um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family:georgia;font-size:17px;"&gt;pedaço de papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, solto, perdido e rasurado. Se cada coisa tem o seu lugar, então há muita coisa em mim que está precisando de um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family:georgia;font-size:17px;"&gt;mapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;AdEliTa CoNsThAnCiA SiQuEiRa JuNiOr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;carente de Deus&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; como nunca estive antes, de um modo estranhamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;intensso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;confuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, humano diria. É um misto de sentimentos, uma rebelião em meu coração. As vezes dá uma vontade de gritar desesperadamente, mas sem explicação alguma um senso de segurança vem tomar conta de meu ser, quando na realidade tudo que eu enxergo por detrás e adiante é um imenso e enorme &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Concerteza é melhor ter de escolher entre o norte e o sul, do que não ter pra onde ir, quando o sentido que você carrega dentro de sí diz que ainda não chegou no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;lugar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;         As vezes eu sinto uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; no peito, quase como que uma &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, como que se eu já tivesse encontrado Deus pela rua, e este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; me faz literalmente querer vê-lo, me faz querer deitar em seu colo, pegar suas fortes mãos e colocar sobre meu peito em silêncio para que Ele possa me dizer tudo aquilo que eu tenho de ouvir, queria que Ele fosse humano neste instante, humano pra mim, rompendo a minha realidade, me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;tocando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; levemente os ombros, como queria que Ele me tocasse em carne e osso, ou derrepente se esbarrace em mim, só pra eu sentir, só pra eu poder sentir Ele aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;         É complexo, pois contrastando com tudo isto, com este sentimento de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eu sei que Ele vê tudo. Sim eu sei, Ele vê, ouve e acompanha todos os meus passos, Ele sente a minha dor, Ele chora muitas de minhas lágrimas, e por isto &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;tenho de crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Pois não vivo pelo que vejo e nem devo viver pelo que sinto, é hora de usar a saudade como instrumento de adoração, como ponte para me achegar a Deus, para ouvi-lo, ainda que o que Ele esteja falando seja o &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, para vê-lo mesmo que num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;enorme e imenso nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;, para senti-lo, na ausência de sua presença humana, confiando além de todas estas limitações, pois &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;o Senhor cumprirá o seu propósito para mim.Teu amor Senhor dura para sempre. Não abandones as obras das Tuas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(sl.138.:8)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-3179144650718322990?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3179144650718322990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/carente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3179144650718322990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/3179144650718322990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/carente.html' title='...Carente...'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SqMNjNgfBKI/AAAAAAAAADA/PBYxaJAbxxg/s72-c/sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-1762255886834981994</id><published>2009-08-19T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:04:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus, Onde estás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Porque diriam as nações: Onde está o teu Deus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você consegue sentir? Consegue entender? Há tanto ao redor... Tanta dor, tanto rancor, tanto sentimento. Como a humanidade tem xorado, como os corações tem sangrado, como temos nos matado, nos agredido, nos maltrado e desprezado. Consegue olhar pra próxima esquina? Consegue enchergar o que há por detrás das roupas sujas, do papelão e do fedor? Consegue ver o que há além da maconha? Consegue sentir o que há por detrás da saia curta e do top de oncinha? Precisamos ver, precisamos sentir, precisamos nos importar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         Nos sentimos tão confortáveis por detrás destas telas, tão seguros em nossas cadeiras, tão amados, tão queridos, tão certos do amanhã quando nos deitamos para dormir. O que será que há logo após os portões de uma penitenciária? O que está acontecendo no abrigo logo alí de cima? Eu preciso saber, eu quero saber se há paz. Quem será que é aquele lixeiro que recolhe todos os dias a parte podre de minha vida? Quem será que é o motorista que me leva todos os dias pra faculdade? Quem é? Quem eles são? Precisamos saber, ou, precisamos saber? Deveríamos querer saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLtRAYX6YvI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XLtRAYX6YvI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos lá olhe ao redor... Você reconhece algo? (se reconhece), se esforce, pense, reflita sobre o que está acontecendo, o porque chegamos até aqui, porque se notícia sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roger Abdelmassih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?  P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;orque jovens como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shanti Andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rebecca Turner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; marcam suas vidas tão inconsequentemente? Algo está acontecendo, coisas estão acontecendo, as pessoas não podem simplesmente enlouquecer, não podem sem razão alguma se destruírem e pronto, mas o que há? O que está acontecendo ao lado? Está na hora de saber, este é o nosso dever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         Eu não quero que a paz seja utopia. Não quero que a realidade seja cruel. Não quero que o mundo sejam de privilegiados, que hajam queridinhos, que sobrevivam os espertinhos, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"mundo somos nós"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é você, sou eu, o advogado, o abandonado, a dona de casa, a prostituta, somos nós a sociedade...  E ainda assim precisamos de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"mundo melhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, pois há um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"mundo melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pra se viver, há uma paz verdaderia para romper nosso corações e mudar nossos valores, para restaurar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"comunhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; precisamos acreditar, precisamos viver, ser consolo, ser alegria, ser cura, vamos trazer esperança, fazer esperança, ser esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-1762255886834981994?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1762255886834981994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-onde-estas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1762255886834981994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/1762255886834981994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/deus-onde-estas.html' title='Deus, Onde estás?'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-4461833856499484649</id><published>2009-08-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:02:29.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...E a Vida se foi..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="biblia_facil_palavra"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"(...) Porque Toda a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; é como a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; erva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, E toda a glória do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; como a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; da erva. Secou-se a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;erva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, e caiu a sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.Mas a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; do Senhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;permanece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; para sempre. (...)"&lt;br /&gt;1Pe 1:24-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wya_Y27oLsA/SS9dqbjk8tI/AAAAAAAAKXQ/WkUWNUuHPZQ/s400/61-T%C3%BAmulo_Conde_de_S%C3%A3o_Joaquim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...Sinceramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; eu nunca imaginei que compartilharia algo neste sentido com você que está aí do outro lado da tela, não por me sentir especial, ou ainda, por querer esconder algo, mas você há de convir que existem certas situações que não esperamos que sobrevenham sobre nós, mesmo quando são tão óbvias, entretanto, mesmo assim, elas aparecem e acontecem, nos restando apenas a opção de erguer a cabeça e seguir a diante, sem olhar para as coisas ao redor, firmes em Cristo, recebendo de Sua porção para aquele momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         No dia 13.08.2009 que passou a família Nascimento, minha família, ficou um pouco menor, minha tia: Neide do Nascimento veio a falecer. Foi um dia de luto como em qualquer outro momento deste. Toda a família estava reunida, os irmãos mais velhos, os sobrinhos, netos e bisnetos, um grande número de pessoas com lágrimas nos olhos e um sentimento de dor, com um misto de perda no coração. O corpo foi velado em uma das, se não na, mais rica funerária de minha cidade, confesso que nunca havia participado de uma cerimônia tão suntuosa como esta, e o mais engraçado é que não somos ricos, somos uma família tradicional, que já teve seus dias de glória na cidade, mesmo assim isto diz respeito ao passado, há lembranças que não tornaram mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         Eu havia chego de uma viajem, e logo que entrei em casa recebí a notícia. Tia Neide na verdade era tia de meu Pai, irmã de meu avó, e há pelo menos uns três anos eu não a via, ela não era cristã, e muito menos chegada à evangélicos, pois era devota a religiões afros, muito envolvida com camdomblé e coisas satânicas de modo que, quase em totalidade, as pessoas em seu velório eram pais e mães de st°, cambonos e guros, de cristãos mesmo estavamos só eu, meu pai, minha tia Giovanice e seu esposo, meu tio Gibson e a tia Aninha, tentavamos prestigiar a família, mas é óbvio que estavamos como peixes "fora da água", já que falar de Cristo alí era quase imposível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         Minutos antes de o corpo ser levado para o cemitério uma das filhas de tia Neide pediu para que nós, os representantes do Pai alí, falassemos algo para os presentes, confesso que me surpreendí, pois até então o clima estava pesaroso e de certa forma repressivo também, já que Cristo é a nossa vida e não podíamos testemunhalo alí, mas sabe, Deus sempre nos surpreende, Ele sempre vai nos supreender,pois o homem é pó, e do pó Ele faz o que bem entender. Minha Tia Giovanice pegou a palavra e começou a ministrar aos corações em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;João 10:1-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; falando sobre Jesus ser a porta, ser o único caminho e a única resposta, lembro-me que estava bem detras de tia Jô, em espírito de oração, e derrepente Deus me levou a perceber o que Ele fazia alí naquele momento, foi quando eu ví lágrimas, muitas lágrimas de pessoas desesperadas, reconhecendo que precisavam de uma solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;         Fomos dirigidos por Deus, naquela hora mesma, a orar por libertação em nossa família, sitando o nome dos mais velhos, orando e apresentando vida após vida qua alí se encontrava, e satanás alí foi envergonhado, pois as pessoas estavam recebendo de Deus para sí, recebendo libertação, e por fim, fui levado a ministrar um louvor, e foi neste momento que sentí o amor de Deus pairar sobre aquele lugar, tocar os corações e confortar aquelas vidas, foi a melhor ministração de toda a minha vida, não haviam holofotes, não havia disposição em adorar a Deus nos corações, não havia alegria, mas havia sede, e eu comtemplei a fonte de águas vivas jorrar de mim, o Senhor foi Fiel, foi Presente, Constante e Intensso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Minha tia se foi, e com o Pai uma hora há de se encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entretanto posso dizer que me sinto feliz, me sinto completo por saber que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tive o privilégio de fazer parte de um plano eterno de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra nós, pra minha família,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;por ser consolo naquele lugar, e não consolo humano, mas o consolo que reflete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-4461833856499484649?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4461833856499484649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4461833856499484649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/4461833856499484649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='&quot;...E a Vida se foi...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wya_Y27oLsA/SS9dqbjk8tI/AAAAAAAAKXQ/WkUWNUuHPZQ/s72-c/61-T%C3%BAmulo_Conde_de_S%C3%A3o_Joaquim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-814161339615865486</id><published>2009-07-31T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:44:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Arriscando..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“... e se pôs defronte do aposento do rei; e o rei estava assentado sobre seu trono real, na casa real, defronte da porta do aposento.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Ester 5:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1okb_Y804lM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1okb_Y804lM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 102, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem, por voltas das 01h da madrugada estava falando com Deus. E sabe, não havia ninguém, alias, nunca há ninguém, somos só eu e Ele, em um silêncio absurdamente envolvente e prazeroso, só se ouve os meus sussurros, e sente-se o frescor da nova manhã que se inicia na madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 102, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho aprendido que o relacionamento perfeito com o Pai é aquele permeado da humanidade imperfeita que faz parte de meu ser, ou seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“... é na fraqueza do meu ser que manifestas Teu poder...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, pois na minha limitação tenho conhecido a infinidade do Pai. E sabe, ontem estávamos, eu e Ele, pensando sobre Ester, sobre como ela teve de arriscar, independente do Senhor ser com ela ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                        Talvez você não esteja compreendendo “bulhufas”, e por isto vou abrir meu coração aqui. Dias atrás eu estava na presença de Deus, tão relutante e de certa forma imponente em minha fragilidade, estava dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Deus, eu não gosto disto, e nem daquilo... Estou obedecendo sabe, mas eu simplesmente não entendo...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e assim dizia muitas coisas a mais, pois eu estava me agarrando tanto a aquilo que eu queria pra mim, são coisas que creio estar no coração Dele pra mim também, entretanto não conseguia entender o porquê Ele estava tomando comigo, um caminho diferente daquilo que seria lógico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                        Acredito que é por isso que Deus não conta nada pra ninguém, também Ele não pode, já que sempre estamos ali pra “atrapalhar”, mas em fim, o Senhor me fez pensar em Ester. Fiquei imaginando todo o glamour, toda a graça, Ester teve tudo sempre em suas mãos, não pediu pra nascer bela, entretanto “arrasou corações”, não pediu para achar graça, mas mesmo assim foi agraciada sem medidas, subiu de plebéia para realeza, tudo somente vivendo um dia após o outro. Derepente uma situação terrível e triste vem para ameaçar tudo isto, e ao olhar para toda a glória ao seu redor Ester se vê tão indefesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                        Mediante a isto o que Ester podia fazer? Colocar sua vida em risco? Mas a troco de quê, já que podia não funcionar? De forma que se não, todo esforço era em vão. Todo mundo orou e jejuou, Deus veio e trouxe salvação, mas Ester teve de se pôr defronte ao aposento real, Ester teve de arriscar, teve de renunciar sua vida e toda glória que a cercava por minutos de incerteza, tudo podia vir a se perder, tudo podia falhar, mas mesmo assim ela se colocou em pé, se maquiou como quem podia estar minuto a frente indo para a forca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                        E sabe, eu entendi algo em Deus, que por mais que Ele nos prometa algo, por mais que nos dê dons e estrutura, devemos nos guiar pela Sua vontade, a plena vontade, pois as vezes vamos precisar de arriscar tudo, assim como estou arriscando tudo, vamos ter de parar de pensar e sonhar no amanhã, deixando a vontade de lado por instantes para nos submetermos ao tempo de hoje, ao tempo de Deus para o agora, o “arriscar” Dele para nós, é como se estivéssemos abrindo mão do nosso coração em favor do coração do mestre, deixando que por minutos não tenhamos segurança no hoje e nem no por vir, é o que eu chamo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;andar sobe as águas sem medo de se afogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, vivendo a incerteza da perfeita vontade do Pai, arriscando a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-814161339615865486?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/814161339615865486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/arriscando.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/814161339615865486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/814161339615865486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/arriscando.html' title='&quot;...Arriscando...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-8361874372219788069</id><published>2009-07-17T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:41:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Pérolas da Adoração..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"...E assim a gente aprende a se render, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a crescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a fazer da dor, do desprezível, do incomodo Pérolas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pérolas do Senhor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SmEUd3-_LsI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZmwGfdh6hgg/s320/ostra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359587535024500418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você já parou para olhar ao seu redor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já observou a imensidão do infinito que o cerca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A imponência do azul do mar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isto é importante pra você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe, as ondas do mar da vida sempre estão me surpreendendo. Elas são uma das maiores expressões de liberdade que se possa encontrar na face da Terra, pois a vida sempre vai além, sempre vai adiante, mesmo que você tente conter este oceano, pois no fim acaba sendo inútil, já que, se você se lembra bem, trata-se do oceano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E por veses, estas ondas trazem para dentro da gente, pra dentro de mim, coisas que não fazem parte de nós, sim, coisas como que ciscos, é bem esta a palavra, querendo você ou não, o movimento do mar da vida sempre traz consigo ciscos, os quais normalmente não podemos nos desfazer, não conseguimos expelir, oxála se tivessemos tal controle! a vida seria mais simples, entretanto você há de convir que, se tratando da vida, não há simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estes ciscos param muita gente, atrofiam muitas vidas, mas eu posso dizer que tenho aprendido com as conchas, me tornando uma concha, que nos tempos de ciscos da vida eu não preciso de morrer se eu resolver aprender a trabalhar com os ciscos que estão dentro de mim, se eu me empenhar por transformá-los em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pérolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Um cisco quando vem, arranha aqui, fere alí, incomoda muito o nosso coração, por veses tira o sono, arranca lágrimas dos olhos, traz dor ao peito, enferma nossas emoções, mas ele vem para um propóstio maior, para um sonho mais nobre, que vai além da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conceber uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; não é pra qualquer um, exige se dar, se machucar, entrar em tempos de guerra, para assim aprender a crescer. Entretanto, por mais que pareça, por mais que no fundo do oceano uma concha esteja só, na verdade ela não está, pois dentro de sí há um outro alguém que ela nem consegue entender por completo, trata-se da sua naturesa normal, pois assim como ela sabe que aquele cisco não faz parte dela, também ela sabe o que fazer quando está nesta situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E daí por diante se desencadeia um processo minunciso dentro da concha. Uma substância é liberada, substância a qual me lembra reflexão, me lembra pesar-se, me lembra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;louvor e adoração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, sim, me lembra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;comunhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;relacionamento com o Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Deste relacionamento dia após dia uma pequena dose do prórpio Deus é derramada sobre nós, sobre nossos ciscos, nos arranhamos e nos machucamos, mas estamos trabalhando, estamos transformando o indesejável em louvor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E assim nasce uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Linda, nobre, única, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; do Pai, que vem para o Seu adorno, o Seu querer, a Sua glória. As veses esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vem em forma de canção, de poesia, de dança, de ação de graças, ou ainda da manifestação dos atributos de Deus em nós, em fim, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; vem, portanto nao precisamos de nos desesperar, não precisamos de nos magoar, não precisamos de atrofiar, lembre-se sempre... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Orar e adorar, adorar e orar... Comunhão... Simples e doce comunhão..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; pois é da comunhão com o Pai que nascem as mais lindas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; da Vida, que nos tornamos melhores, que os ciscos das tribulações são como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, que fazem da pessoa de Deus alguém abençoado, alguém único, digno das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pérolas de nosso coraçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6676981406781755331?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6676981406781755331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-uma-perola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6676981406781755331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6676981406781755331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-uma-perola.html' title='&quot;...Como uma pérola...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SmEUd3-_LsI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZmwGfdh6hgg/s72-c/ostra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-5457392653124296615</id><published>2009-07-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:35:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Para que o corpo do pecado seja desfeito..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Já estou crucificado com Cristo; e vivo, não mais eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas Cristo vive em mim; e a vida que agora vivo na carne vivo-a na fé do Filho de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o qual me amou e se entregou a Sí mesmo por mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;(Gálatas 2.20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUiVwsja9QA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wUiVwsja9QA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tua Vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ministério de Louvor e Adoração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diante do Trono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toma-me pela mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guia-me em Teu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ensina-me a fazer a Tua vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ilumina os meus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lâmpada para os meus pés é a Tua Palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só tenho paz em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguro estou em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No teu querer encontro a razão do meu existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Tua vontade é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boa, perfeita e agradavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Tua vontade é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boa, perfeita e agradavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só tenho paz em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguro estou em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No Teu querer encontro a razão do meu existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-5457392653124296615?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5457392653124296615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/ja-estou-crucificado-com-cristo-e-vivo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5457392653124296615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/5457392653124296615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/ja-estou-crucificado-com-cristo-e-vivo.html' title='&quot;...Para que o corpo do pecado seja desfeito...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6919147211568422044</id><published>2009-06-27T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:33:42.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A tristeza de Jeremias"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bom é para o homem suportar o jugo na sua mocidade; assentar-se solitário e ficar em silêncio; porquanto Deus o pôs sobre ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ponha a boca no pó; talvez assim haja esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dê a face ao que fere; farte-se de afronta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque o Senhor não rejeitará para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois ainda que entristeça a alguém, usará de compaixão segundo a grandeza das suas misericórdias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SkbSnXYgs7I/AAAAAAAAACo/irmhxpukD6s/s1600-h/1235847259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352196780909966258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SkbSnXYgs7I/AAAAAAAAACo/irmhxpukD6s/s320/1235847259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Jeremias 3:27 à 32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe, as veses Deus nos convida para um desafio bem maior do que nós mesmos. E nem temos outra escolha, nos curvamos à Ele e nos calamos, não há o que falar, e nem podemos dizer algo, simplesmente vivemos os dias reafirmando nossa obediência nos atos, o que, é mais além que as emoções e o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lamentações é um livro muito interessante. Nobre em cada palavra, é um livro que nos ensina a deixar Deus reinar sobre nós. Alí vejo Jeremias clamando por mais de Deus, o vejo chorando lágrimas de prisão, de opressão, de dor, tudo isto como resulato de um envolvimento com o pecado. O mais interessante em tudo isto é que Jeremias não estava em pecado, ele não havia levantado altares à falsos deuses, ele não oprimia os mais fracos, ele não mentia diante da congregação, não negociava os valores divinos, ele não se misturava com o mal, no entanto as lágrimas com as quais nos deparamos alí são suas, a lamentação e dor que encontramos alí vem do coração de Jeremias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos ver também o quanto o profeta foi afrontado, o quanto esteve só, desamparado, o quanto foi humilhado, mal compreendido, chegando ao extremo de ir parar na prisão. E é então que se pararmos para atentar para os seus dias, aprenderemos sobre um novo nível de rendição a Deus, aquele em que Ele não se comove com nossas lágrimas, e, mesmo que se comova, ainda assim não faz nada, pois este é o tempo de passarmos pela dor, pelo silêncio e pela resistência, pelo o jugo humano. Este é o tempo no qual choramos, nos desesperamos, nos atrapalhamos emocionalmente e até espiritualmente, a compreensão foge de nosso controle, e a única coisa com a qual podemos nos confortar é saber que este, apesar de turbulento, é o tempo de Deus pra nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É a hora que podemos levantar os olhos e olharmos pra cruz, onde devemos prestar bem atenção nas marcas dos cravos, nas manchas de gotas de sangue e lembrar que antes de irmos para este tempo, alguém lá atrás foi por nós. Isto traz forças às nossas pernas, firma os nossos passos mais uma vez, pois Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" ...não aflige nem entristece de bom grado aos filhos dos homens" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Lm3:33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e em algum momento usará de misericórdia para conosco, isto em amor, a sua essência em intenssidade. Por isto compartilho esta palavra com você, pois se, como eu, você tiver de chorar, tiver de ultrapassar seus limites, tiver de se curavar, literalmente, à humanidade de outro faça valer a pena, sim, faça valer cada minuto de dor a pena, deixe Deus reinar sobre você naquele momento, ultrapasse e vá adiante, pode ser que você nem seja recompenssado por isto, mas ninguém vai poder dizer que você não rompeu limites, pois as barreiras que se levantam para te parar terão sido inúteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6919147211568422044?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6919147211568422044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/tristeza-de-jeremias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6919147211568422044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6919147211568422044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/tristeza-de-jeremias.html' title='&quot;A tristeza de Jeremias&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SkbSnXYgs7I/AAAAAAAAACo/irmhxpukD6s/s72-c/1235847259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-397604522070533710</id><published>2009-06-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:31:32.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Te Exaltamos Pai..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SiqQHgrNt1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Vk4yXt1zNdI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344242366533187410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SiqQHgrNt1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Vk4yXt1zNdI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Música relacionada ao post à baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Te Exalatamos Pai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Ministério de Louvor Diante do Trono)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso chamar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso te adorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em tua presença Santa posso entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso chamar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Posso te conhecer s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;er transformado pelo Teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És Santo, És digno, Bondoso, Maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És forte, És grande , Me amas ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exaltamos o Amor que nos alcançou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos atraiu, libertou, nos reconstruiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este amor Divino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos chamou de Filhos, Te Exaltamos Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exaltamos o Amor que nos alcançou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos atraiu, libertou, nos reconstruiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este Amor Divino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos chamou de Filhos, Te Exaltamos Pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-397604522070533710?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/397604522070533710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/397604522070533710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/397604522070533710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='&quot;...Te Exaltamos Pai...&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SiqQHgrNt1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Vk4yXt1zNdI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-6106206532755804073</id><published>2009-06-05T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:21:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Onde estás?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SinZad6kSFI/AAAAAAAAACA/71p2A7JKDeY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344041481581906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SinZad6kSFI/AAAAAAAAACA/71p2A7JKDeY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"...E chamou o Senhor Deus a Adão e disse-lhe: Onde estás?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gênesis 3:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O início da vida é uma das coisas mais importantes na história. Ele pode revelar coisas que falem muito mais profundo do que, talvez, todo o conteúdo da própria vida. Já se dizia que: "...um bom ou um mal começo pode dar todo o resultado da obra final". É, um começo diz muita coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Talvez, possa-se imaginar aquela manhã, ou final da tarde. Em fim, como preferir. Eva próxima da árvore do fruto do conhecimento do bem e do mal observa, seu fruto tão misterioso, ainda mais com tantas as indicações da serpente, será que seria tão mal assim?, será que realmente seria morte?, num romper um pedaço é tomado, um gosto frio na boca, sedutor e perturbador, gostoso até, e no fim, nem matou assim como foi dito. Adão deixa-se envolver, naquele momento de prazer na carne e um sentimento de confusão se deixa aparecer, na verdade, sentimento de vergonha mesmo, e aí veio o conhecimento da nudez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Rapidamente folhas foram costuradas umas as outras e postas sobre o corpo, no meio da fuga da vergonha ouve-se uma voz: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;, e meio sem saber como, Adão diz: estou nú. Logo o Senhor entende que o homem se corrompeu, e sem outra alternativa faz-lhe roupas de peles de animais e despede-os com a sentença de que jamais tornariam alí. Concertesa as manhãs nunca mais foram as mesmas, a vida agora era outra, entretanto a necessidade por Deus, ainda era a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E assim as coisas foram se sucedendo, quanto mais Deus &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;amou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; o homem, mais o homem se corrompeu, mas se&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;afastou de Sua face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e sacrifcavam a baalins queimavam incenso às imagens de escultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Entretanto o Senhor,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;com cordas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;os atraiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;veio&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para eles tirando de sobre suas costas o&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; jugo&lt;/em&gt; os &lt;em&gt;dando mantimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como Ele os deixaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como os entregaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, e por fim Deus revela o Seu coração mediante tudo isto dizendo que estava &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aceso de pesar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Oséias 11). Como o homem se escondeu, como tem se escondido, como tem se ocultado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Passaram-se séculos, dias, anos e o amor... o amor pelo Senhor. São tantos os deuses, na verdade, o homem não tem tempo mais para o Deus real, e, assim tem levantado substitutos para o seu vazio, tem estado longe, tem se escondido de Deus, foi tão fácil esquecer de Pedro e &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Para onde iríamos Deus, se só Tu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tão fácil se esquecer de Simão cirineu com a Cruz no caminho para o Golgota, tudo caiu ao vão. Mas Deus, nobre como é, Fiel e Justo, está aí, esperando que se levantem os corajosos, os atrevidos, aqueles que se rendem, se entregam, levantam bandeira branca para o seu amor, que se deixam ser curados, que entendem com corpo alma e espírito que desde o início Ele tem amado, tem buscado relacionemento, tem estado aí para ser o suficiente à ansiedade do vazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/457155543297490930-6106206532755804073?l=simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6106206532755804073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/onde-estas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6106206532755804073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/457155543297490930/posts/default/6106206532755804073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplesmentenetinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/onde-estas.html' title='&quot;Onde estás?&quot;'/><author><name>Simplesmente Netinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365302762708900688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SZB46VCVn7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/NMUZ5eQzKwQ/S220/Rio+de+Janeiro+393.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/SinZad6kSFI/AAAAAAAAACA/71p2A7JKDeY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-8238377441486876076</id><published>2009-05-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:30:13.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Dedicado à Cris Brasil..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/ShgS1d6ymXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fQZ4QSP9Lbk/s1600-h/Rio+de+Janeiro+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339038068021303666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/ShgS1d6ymXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fQZ4QSP9Lbk/s320/Rio+de+Janeiro+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Olá gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já estava com saudades viu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho este lugar como um refúgio, quase como que um cantinho do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hê-hê-hê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu também sentí falta de vcs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De todos os comentários, das palavras de força e carinho, sim, amo muito tudo isso...(Hê-hê-hê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredite vc ou não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu preciso de vc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...Eu Preciso de Vc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É engraçado como aprendemos a amar as pessoas intenssamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As veses, nós nãos as conhecemos bem, ou por algum motivo, não temos um relacionamento íntimo com elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas nada disso pode negar o fato de que elas estão sempre alí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E por momentos pequenos trocamos sorrisos, abraços, histórias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há até situações nas quais damos as mãos uns aos outros para pedir a Deus por um outro alguém que normalmente está longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;distante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E que apesar da estrada consegue receber de nós carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendemos a ouvir as tristesas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a enchugar as lágrimas uns dos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até fazemos homenagem no "dia das mulheres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Hê-hê-hê)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aprendemos a cuidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não por interesse emocional mas por pura cortesia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por simplesmente deixar-se honrar o próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando passamos pelo corredor, podemos até não dizer nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas o fato de saber que o outro está bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;está firme, forte, crescendo e aprendendo, torna o nosso dia melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei se vc entende mas eu preciso de que vc esteja bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;preciso de saber que apesar das lutas o seu dia foi real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É bom pra mim, é importante para o meu viver olhar pra vc e ver que tudo tem andado bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que vc tem conquistado o seu espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que vc tem ido além,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pois a sua felicidade é a minha também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isto quero que saiba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vc é importante pra mim e o seu interferir em meu viver faz do meu ser o que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vc ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;complexo como é, único e insubstituível tem mudado meu viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tem feito história na minha história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E tem me marcado dia após dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Valeu pro isto viu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cristo me tí é a esperança da glória...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Hê-hê-hê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu estou aqui do outro lado da tela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sentado escrevendo, pensando em cada palavra, tecendo cada frase só pra te dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra te fazer entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu preciso de vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/ShgS1d6ymXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fQZ4QSP9Lbk/s72-c/Rio+de+Janeiro+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-457155543297490930.post-9118114388568345917</id><published>2009-05-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:36:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...Fé que insiste, Fé que persiste..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/Sgr0jDZ_q_I/AAAAAAAAABY/Y1_nR-QZOqE/s1600-h/1210480034%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335345591620709362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JnuIk8OBQCg/Sgr0jDZ_q_I/AAAAAAAAABY/Y1_nR-QZOqE/s320/1210480034%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olá pra você que acompanha meu blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olá também pra você que chegou hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Hê-hê-hê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olá pra todos nózes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Confiou em Deus, livre-O agora, se O ama, porque disse: Sou Filho de Deus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mt 27:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Semana passada, dia cinco, eu fui orar, fui firmar mais uma vez o meu tempo com Deus. Me sentia literalmente um "lixo espiritual", estava cansado da luta do dia-dia, e já me faltava "estômago" para as pessoas e suas circunstâncias, ou, nossas circunstâncias. Estava exausto e ir até Deus, através de minhas orações, e sempre clamar pelos mesmas situações, sem conseguir ver nelas a solução esperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Pois então, nesta mesma terça-feira eu abrí a Bíblia mais esta vez, e, na minha angústia, dei de cara com o texto de Mateus 27:43. Bom, depois de ler o versículo, de súbito pensei: Nossa! mas que audácia hein?!, eu aqui esperando uma palvra de conforto do Senhor e tropeço neste versículo, parece até que a Bíblia quer me desafiar (Hê-hê-Hê, imagine só?!). Mas em fim, pra minha surpresa realmente ela estava me desafiando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Buscando melhor entendimento voltei ao versículo 32 do mesmo capítulo e por fim acabei em uma profunda reflexão sobre a crucificação do Mestre. Affs!, tudo, todo dia, no viver de Jesus, dizia para Ele que Seu sonho em redimirnos com o Pai não daria certo. A maioria das pessoas, se não todas ao Seu redor, não valiam tanto a pena assim, ninguém queria acreditar em Sua vida, quanto mais valorizariam Sua morte. Mas mesmo quando Ele se viu fraco por conta de Sua humanidade, apesar de motivos ter, não desistiu, e, já na cruz, quando questionado, escolheu acreditar no Pai, crendo que o Pai não somente O salvaria da dor, como salvaria a todos nós. Forte não é ?, o fato é que Jesus escolheu, por bem, dar crédito ao Pai, isto mesmo sob humilhação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Quando cheguei a este ponto de compreensão, entendí o desafio que o Senhor propunha a mim. Ele queria me firmar na Fé, queria que eu depositace sobre ele todo o crédito, confiando meus sonhos à Sua destra mais esta vez, isto mesmo que as coisas no meu dia dissesem não pra mim de novo, estava me convidando para chegar mais longe, sair da "segurança da insegurança" e ir para o campo da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, da &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Persiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Na cruz, Jesus insistiu em crer no Pai, Ele persistiu contra toda a pressão humana do momento, contra Suas lágrimas e os pregos em Suas mãos, persistiu contra o próprio sangue sobre Sua pele, e quando perdeu o fôlego reuniu todas as forças restantes dentro de Sí para dizer: "Está consumado", em outras palavras, "Eu ainda ouso crer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Sabe, Jesus até foi sepultado depois, mas em glória recebeu do fruto de Sua Fé, pois está mesma O ressuscitou dentre os mortos. Confeço que neste ponto estremecí, pois eu já havia entendido que Deus Pai merecia esta "chance", se assim posso dizer, e eu até queria dar tudo isto à Ele, mas eu não sabia se eu aguentaria descer ao sepulcro e ser sepultado com os mortos, isto em suposição, mas foi aí que o Senhor me perguntou: "Amado, como é que vc garante que não está em um sepulcro?, se é que vc realmente sabe onde está?!". Caramba, eu vou dizer que doeu viu?, mas foi neste instante que me rendí, afinal eu não tenho nada a perder, não é?, só preciso persistir na fé, olhar para o alvo e seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;         Por isto termino aqui e espero que vc, junto comigo, encontre garra no peito para viver esta Fé, insistindo e persistindo até mesmo contra vc viu?!, pois foi por esta razão que Cristo se entregou, para que nEle nos encontracemos livres no
