Confidence in the Lord

Sometimes, I am mocked,

They call me crazy, fanatic, and idiot.

I do not care about this.

Because with the Lord, I have a compromise.

 

I owe my praise and glory to God,

Only Him is my unique Lord.

To Him, I give all my cry and love,

I trust in his providence and favor.

 

I follow happy in the path of God,

I obey his commandments and laws.

I am always trying to please Him.

I am waiting for the return of the King of kings.

Jesus! He will come to save us.

 

I love you, my Lord!

I hope for the promised return.

Lead me until the day arrives,

Because, against me, many people will fight.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume I.

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The Voice

A voice calls me to return to another way,

It says I will live in another place.

A place very different from everything here,

A place where evil will not reach me, no fear.

The voice keeps calling me gently,

It seems to be entering my heart softly.

A voice so sweet, I can’t resist,

Hearing it, I soon wanted to follow it.

I followed to see where it would take me,

To a different place, to the altar, it has taken me. 

And there, the voice spoke to me much more,

Saying that I needed Christ to move forward.

It told me that only Jesus could take me there,

I would go to my true home only with Him.

Outside of Him, there was no possibility,

Outside of Jesus Christ, there was no reality.

All these words went deep into my heart,

I accepted Jesus Christ for my salvation, a brand-new start.

From that day on, He spoke to me even more,

Saying I should follow Him and wait for the final score.

This reality became part of my life,

I walked every day with Jesus Christ.

Waiting for the day when I will be with Him,

Waiting for the day when I will dwell with Him.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume VII.

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The Signature on the Heart

Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. Proverbs 3:3-4

Clara was seen as an anomaly in the sales department at InovaTech. While her colleagues operated under a “whatever it takes” philosophy, promising features that did not exist and impossible deadlines to meet their targets, Clara carried with her two principles that seemed old-fashioned: kindness and faithfulness.

For her, faithfulness was not just about being loyal to the company, but about being true to her own word. If she promised something to a client, it became a sacred contract. Kindness was not about being naive, but about treating every person—from the CEO to the intern, from the millionaire client to the small supplier—with the same respect and honesty. Her colleagues nicknamed her, behind her back, “The Girl Scout.”

“Clara, you waste too much time on the small clients,” her manager, Ricardo, once said. “They don’t move the needle. And all this honesty of yours is going to cost you the promotion. Sometimes, you need to… bend the truth.”

For Clara, kindness and faithfulness were not optional. They were like the discreet necklace she wore every day, a gift from her grandmother. They were the visible reminder of a truth she had written deep in her heart.

The trial by fire came with the Gigantus account, the biggest opportunity in the company’s history. The negotiation was fierce, and the competitor was playing dirty. In a crucial meeting, the director of Gigantus asked a technical question about the integration capacity of InovaTech’s software with a legacy system they used.

It was the product’s weak point. A full integration would only be ready in six months.

Ricardo, the manager, was in the room. He gave Clara a light kick on the shin under the table, a clear signal. Bend the truth.

Clara felt her heart race. The promotion, the year-end bonus, the respect of her colleagues—everything depended on that answer. She could say, “Yes, it is fully compatible,” and leave the problem for the tech team to solve later. It was what everyone else would do.

But the words were written on her heart. She took a deep breath.

“Mr. Medeiros,” she said, her voice firm. “I will be completely transparent. Full integration with your current system will be ready in our next update, six months from now. What we can offer today is a partial solution that meets eighty percent of your needs, and a detailed work plan to implement the remaining twenty percent at no additional cost as soon as the update is released.”

The silence in the room was heavy. Ricardo shot Clara a death glare. In his eyes, she had just lost the deal of the decade.

At the end of the meeting, the director of Gigantus, an experienced man of few words, stood up. He shook Ricardo’s hand and then turned to Clara.

“Miss Clara,” he said. “In the last two months, I have spoken with six companies. All of them promised me the moon. All of them told me yes to everything. You were the first person to tell me the truth. And for that, I know I can trust your company.” He turned to Ricardo. “Prepare the contract. We are going with you.”

The news spread through InovaTech like wildfire. What should have been a failure had become a legendary triumph. Clara had not just sold a product; she had sold trust.

Months later, when the sales director position opened up, Clara’s name was the unanimous choice. She not only had the favor of the board, but she also felt a deep inner peace, the certainty of being on the right path.

In her new office, larger and with a panoramic view of the city, she did not hang diplomas or sales charts on the wall. In a small frame, she placed the phrase her grandmother had told her when giving her the necklace: “Character is who you are when no one is watching, but it is what everyone recognizes when the light comes on.”

Kindness and faithfulness were not a disadvantage. They were her signature. And they were written not only on her heart, but now, in the culture of her entire team.

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Eternal Truth

In this human world, everything will pass away,

Nothing will last for endless days.

Human beings, at the right time, will die,

Everything that exists will always be transformed,

There is only one thing that will never be changed…

What does not change is the Word of God,

It will always remain the writings of the Lord.

Through many generations, His Word has been passed,

His writings and designs, no one has changed.

It is impossible to change the Words of life.

It is impossible to try to break its might.

The wicked even tries to discredit it, but in vain,

But soon something comes to punish them with pain,

No one will remember the words they have proclaimed.

With the Word of God, it is distinct,

It remains faithful and is remembered eternally.

Everything that God has done is remembered,

With it, people will know what the Lord has planned.

Through the Word, human beings can be saved,

If they decide to accept His teachings and ways.

By accepting them, they will be closer to the Lord,

And they will see the fulfillment of Scripture.

Human beings will see that the whole world will change,

And the Word of God will always remain.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume VII.

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Plans and Actions

Many times, we desire to do and realize everything,

We have good plans, ideas, and a huge desire to start a new thing.

Our mind gets agitated; it is like a million thoughts,

All wanting to be executed, all ready for that second.

 

We get anxious to execute everything we thought,

We even imagine the future after the plan’s execution.

We see how our life will be better after that action,

The idea of this success makes us happy with satisfaction.

 

But in many cases, we do not get to put it into practice,

Everything stays only on theory and is always static.

We stay only thinking and theorizing without moving.

We create obstacles, and we do not execute anything.

 

We are stuck and paralyzed; the fear dominates our emotions,

The uncertainty invades us and does not allow us to follow a direction.

We stay imagining what we could do and achieve,

We dream about a marvelous life we would have lived.

 

We cannot carry this fear and stay without doing what we dream of,

We must go ahead and realize all that we desire.

If it lacks us strength, we must ask That One who can fortify us,

The Lord God helps us to grow and rids us from all obstacles.

This poem is part of the book Life Through the Words.

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The Legacy of the Watch

My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity. Proverbs 3:1-2

On his seventieth birthday, Artur gave his two sons, Daniel and Pedro, the same gift: a worn copy of his old book of Proverbs and the wristwatch he had worn for fifty years.

“In this book,” Artur said, with the serene voice of one who has lived what he speaks, “is the secret to making the watch run for a long time. Do not forget my teachings; keep good principles in your heart. They are not just rules; they are the instruction manual for a long and peaceful life.”

Daniel, the older son, an ambitious and pragmatic lawyer, smiled politely. He loved his father but considered his faith something quaint, almost folkloric. To him, “years of life and peace” were the result of a good health plan, solid investments, and a powerful network of contacts. He placed the book on a shelf, like a relic, and focused on his relentless career.

Pedro, the younger son, a history teacher, received the gift with reverence. He saw in his father not a wealthy man, but the most prosperous man he knew. Artur possessed a serenity that money could not buy. Pedro decided to take the “instruction manual” seriously.

The years passed, and the brothers’ paths became a study in contrasts.

Daniel built an empire. He worked eighteen hours a day. His law was the contract; his commandments were the quarterly targets. He did not forget deadlines, but he forgot birthdays. His schedule was impeccable, but his health began to fail. Peace was a luxury he could not afford. Chronic stress brought him hypertension. Rushed fast food gave him gastritis. Sleepless nights became his norm. At forty-five, his body began to demand payment for a life lived in a constant state of alert, far from peace. He had “very long days” in the sense of a full schedule, but the quality of those days was poor.

Pedro, on the other hand, kept his father’s commandments in his heart. He understood that the “law” was not about religiosity, but about principles for living. He honored the day of rest, not out of obligation, but because he understood that his body and mind needed repose. He was generous with his time and resources, which freed him from the anxiety of greed. He cultivated his relationships with his wife and children with the same dedication he prepared his lessons, which brought him a deep joy. He ate in moderation, walked in the park, and his nights were filled with deep sleep.

One day, Daniel suffered a minor heart attack in the middle of a meeting. The scare forced him onto medical leave. Confined to his luxurious but cold house, he felt like a prisoner. His partners saw him as a liability; his children barely knew him. Loneliness was his only companion.

Pedro went to visit him. He did not bring moral lessons; he just sat beside him.

“How do you do it?” Daniel asked, his voice weak. “You seem… at peace.”

Pedro glanced at the watch on his wrist; the same one his father had given him. “I just tried to follow the instruction manual, Dani.”

“What manual? That little book of fables?” Daniel spat the words with bitterness.

“No,” Pedro said calmly. “The manual that teaches that forgiveness is healthier than resentment. That generosity lightens the soul. That rest is not laziness, it is wisdom. That loving God and people brings a kind of peace that no multimillion-dollar contract can guarantee. Dad’s commandments were not about earning heaven; they were about how to live well on earth.”

Daniel fell silent. He had conquered the world but had lost his health and his peace. He had years of life ahead of him, but what kind of life would it be?

That afternoon, after Pedro had left, Daniel stood up with difficulty. He walked to his imposing bookshelf, filled with law and economics books. In the corner, covered in dust, was the small book of Proverbs. He opened it.

He began to read, not as a skeptical lawyer, but as a sick man searching for a remedy. And, for the first time, he understood that his father’s teachings were not a prison, but the key to freedom. The freedom of a long life, yes, but a life filled with peace.

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Reaching the Limit

In our lives, we always seek to be strong and stand for everything,

We prefer not to demonstrate, even if we are in some tightening.

We keep going and charging with us our pain and suffering,

Avoid talking about it, then, no one knows what we are living.

 

No matter how strong we are, we cannot stand anymore,

We will reach our limit and everything we feel we will show.

Because of that behavior, many people will be surprised,

They will be impressed by how we could hold this long time.

 

And as expected, many people come to us to criticize,

They will say everything is soft and we must stop crying.

They will say this because they do not understand us,

They do not have empathy and do not see the problem like us.

 

These critics will not help us to improve absolutely anything,

Instead, it is something to make our sadness more distressing.

During this time, we feel extremely lonely,

Because we ask for help, and they criticize our suffering.

 

At this moment, we must remember That one who can help us,

That one who raises and hugs us, and in everything He helps us.

The Lord Jesus is the Unique who will never criticize or abandon,

His help is always available, and forever on our side, He is going on. 

This poem is part of the book Life Through the Words.

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Is Christianity Relevant to the World Today?

I am a Christian, and lately, I have been asking myself this question. It is not because I have stopped believing in God and in the marvelous grace of His salvation. My faith is very firm.

So, what is the purpose of the question?

This question came to my mind after a post I saw on Reddit. It went something like this:

A screenshot of an online conversation, where one person expressed sadness upon learning that Japan had a very low number of Christians. Another person responded by comparing some social indicators of Japan with those of the United States. And indeed, the Asian country without Christianity was doing much better than the “country with a Christian majority.”

I confess that I had never thought about this issue, because for me, being Brazilian and living in a country where the name of God is on the currency, and the name of Jesus is everywhere, it seemed that Christianity made some difference in the countries where it is the dominant religion. But after a slightly deeper analysis, I realized that there is no difference at all. In some cases, Christian-majority countries are worse off than countries with other majority religions or no religion at all.

I know this idea might seem absurd and nonsensical, but let us consider a few points. Analyze them by thinking about the people you know and other data you are familiar with.

• How many politicians who call themselves Christians are involved in crimes?
• How many Christian couples are involved in infidelity or divorce?
• Does the judicial system in Christian-majority countries seem to be more just and function better?
• Do Christian-majority societies have a genuine concern for the needy?
• Are there fewer lies in countries with a Christian majority?

For me, all the answers are NO. And so, we arrive at the point of the title: unfortunately, Christianity is not relevant to society, at least not as an organized religion and institution.

And after this conclusion, comes the big question: How did we get to this point?

I believe there is no simple and direct answer to this. However, if we go back to the Bible, we will find several clues.

Salt of the Earth and Light of the World

Matthew 5:13 You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. 14 “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.15 Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.

The message in the text is very clear: you (Christians) must make a difference in the world. You are salt, you are light, and your good works must be known. Christ was incisive in His words and actions. He did not come to create a new organized religion that lives on appearances and titles. He came to bring God’s salvation to the world. And His disciples must follow in His footsteps.

Jesus was not afraid of the dominant system or the religious majority. He did what needed to be done without worrying about people’s opinions or His popularity.

And in the present day, what do we see?

People who adapt the Gospel to the politically correct and socially acceptable standard. An example of this is the unwavering defense of modern capitalism. Christians find it completely normal to accumulate limitless wealth while others live in misery. And when someone disagrees, they are called a communist, far-left, and other political labels. People have forgotten what love for one’s neighbor and compassion mean.

Another very striking example is the normalization of lying. Go to a supermarket and read some labels. It is highly likely that you will find promises that are blatant lies. And for society, it is all fine; no one cares. It is just the free market; the economy needs to grow.

Regarding the inertia of Christians, some time ago, I heard a sermon where the pastor said that modern Christians lean on Ephesians 2:8-9 to escape hard work.

Ephesians 2:8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast.

People have repeated this so much that they have convinced themselves they do not need to do anything in this world. This is a huge contrast to the Christians of the past who played extremely important roles in society. John Newton was a former slave trader who fought avidly for the end of this trade. Many educational and medical institutions were founded by Christian churches. There are many philanthropic organizations maintained by churches.

Those who work have read the continuation of the text in Ephesians.

Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

The complete text says that we are not saved by works, but by the grace of God. And after that, we should do the good works that God has already prepared for us. If we think about it a little, we know what our gift is; we just need to get moving to use it.

I believe at this point we already understand why Christianity has not been relevant in the world. Christians are not fulfilling their role as the light of the world and the salt of the earth. The Christian life has become a title with some predefined rites. Follow the manual and everything is fine:

• Accept the world as it is;
• You do not need to do anything;
• Good works do not save anyone;
• Go to church as much as you can;
• Evangelizing is optional;
• And many other lies…

A Christian can, in fact, live like this, but on Judgment Day, they might hear:

Matthew 7:21 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22 Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ 23 Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’”

The words are harsh, yet real. Do a self-assessment to understand if you are living institutionalized Christianity or if you are living the Kingdom of God.

Institutional Christianity may have lost its relevance, but the Gospel of Christ never does. When Christians decide to live as authentic disciples—loving, serving, being just and compassionate—the Kingdom of God is once again perceived as a transformative force in the world.

Gifting

We got satisfied when we receive something,

We love when we are gifted,

We love when our desires are fulfilled.

 

Gaining something makes us feel important,

We feel that we are dear and beloved,

By other people, we are being remembered.

 

The gifts are a demonstration of love,

They show that we are worthy of attention,

They say that we deserve consideration.

 

As we receive love from others,

We must also demonstrate our love and honor,

We must give others our grace and favor.

 

We must seed that we already have received,

We do not need to start with something material,

We can begin visiting sick people at a hospital.

 

We can give a piece of attention to someone,

Bringing a little joy to a lonely person,

Showing that they can count on someone.

 

We can donate our time to hear,

Being attentive to what the other wants to say,

The inner healing, this can generate.

 

We can also dedicate ourselves to others,

Helping them with their necessities,

Small actions produce huge felicity.

 

Another manner of helping is through prayer,

Presenting to God the requirements of someone,

This sacrifice is more valuable than a precious stone.

 

The recognition can be shown with money,

Donating and helping those are more needed,

They will feel immensely blessed.

 

These were only some examples of seeds,

There are many fields where they can be planted,

They wait for someone for sowing them.

 

Do your best to improve the world,

God always does His best for everyone,

Let us try to imitate Him with our best effort.

This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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The Harvest of the Firm Land

Thus you will walk in the ways of the good and keep to the paths of the righteous. For the upright will live in the land, and the blameless will remain in it; but the wicked will be cut off from the land, and the unfaithful will be torn from it. Proverbs 2:20-22

Mateus and Vitor started in the same place: a small rented room, two second-hand desks, and a shared dream of building the best logistics company in the region. They were friends, talented, and hungry for success. But their moral compasses pointed in opposite directions.

Vitor was the master of shortcuts.

“The market is a jungle, Mateus. Either you eat, or you get eaten,” he would say, as he signed a contract with a supplier of questionable quality who offered him a generous “commission.” He paid below-market wages, promised delivery times he knew were impossible to meet, and considered taxes a “suggestion” to be creatively circumvented.

Mateus, on the other hand, followed a slower, steeper path. He refused to pay bribes, invested in training and safety equipment for his team, and made a point of paying every penny of his taxes.

“I’m building something to last, not to get rich overnight,” he would explain, as he lost another client to Vitor’s impossibly low prices.

For the first five years, the world seemed to prove Vitor right. He drove an imported car, bought a penthouse with an ocean view, and was on the cover of local business magazines as the “bold entrepreneur” who had cracked the code to success. Mateus, meanwhile, still lived in the same house, drove the same car, and reinvested every profit into improving his company. To many, he was seen as naive, a dreamer who did not understand how the “real world” worked.

The starkest difference was in their company cultures. At “Vitor Log,” employee turnover was extremely high. The atmosphere was one of mistrust and fear. The drivers, pressured by unrealistic deadlines, committed traffic violations and were involved in accidents. The clients, attracted by the low prices, soon became frustrated with constant delays and damaged goods. Vitor’s company was a glittering but fragile house of cards.

At “Alliance Logistics,” Mateus’s company, the atmosphere was different. His team was loyal. He knew every employee by name, knew about their families, their struggles. His clients were faithful because they knew Mateus’s word was his guarantee. His company grew slowly, but its roots ran deep into firm soil: the land of integrity.

The storm came in the form of a major federal inspection, sweeping through the transportation sector in search of fraud and tax evasion. It was followed by a recession that shrank the market drastically.

Vitor’s empire was the first to crumble. The fines from the inspection were astronomical. With his reputation tarnished, his clients disappeared. Under pressure, he could not honor payments to his “partner” suppliers, and the dishonest practices that once benefited him now turned against him. In less than six months, “Vitor Log” declared bankruptcy. Vitor was uprooted from the land he thought he owned, his name now synonymous with fraud.

“Alliance Logistics” also felt the blow. Mateus had to tighten his belt, renegotiate contracts, and work harder than ever. But something extraordinary happened. His team rallied around him, accepting temporary reductions in work hours to avoid layoffs. His oldest clients, valuing years of reliable service, not only stayed but also recommended him to others. His reputation for honesty became his most valuable asset in times of distrust.

A year later, the dust had settled. The yard of Vitor’s former company was empty, with a “For Sale” sign faded by the rain. A few miles away, Mateus’s yard was bustling. He had survived. More than that, he was thriving, occupying the space left by those who had been uprooted.

One afternoon, looking at his trucks heading out for another day’s work, Mateus understood. He was not wealthier in possessions than Vitor had been at his peak. But he was rich in something far more enduring. He had chosen the path of the righteous, and as promised, he remained. He had inherited the land. Not a piece of ground, but the firm land of peace, respect, and a legacy built to last.

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Keep Believing

There is so much time since I heard your promise,

It has been an endless wait since I heard your voice.

I am waiting for everything you have said,

I am anxious to see the transformation in my way.

O Lord! I need your mighty help immediately!

All promised blessings, I want to see.

I feel that all things in my life are frozen,

I feel there is no solution for any of them.

Help me to overcome all the troubles,

Going ahead in my situation is a real struggle.

There are moments when I want to give everything up,

The problems are tough and try to tear me up.

Every day, I always do my best,

But there is no end to this test.

Lord, remember this poor and needed soul,

Act in my life and make this servant grow.

I pray and sing trying to lift my faith,

Always believing that God will make a new way.

I am sure that there is no use to complain,

Surely, complaints will not relieve my pain.

It does not matter what comes against me,

I know the Lord Almighty is for me.

Even if raising thousands of enemies,

With the Lord's help, I will be able to win.

Even all the people saying I will not be blessed,

I will not hear them; God has the final answer.

He is the only one who can decide my destiny,

And I know a river of blessing will come from Him.

As I believed, God made something great,

Where there was nothing; He created.

The Lord fulfilled all His promised words,

He showed me that He is a God of favor.

This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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The New Church

The pulpit is turning into a circus,

The church is not a temple anymore,

It seems more like a theater.

God, the people are not seeking,

One show is what they are wanting.

 

In the Lord, the people are not interested,

They seek a way to get enchanted.

The Gospel, they do not want to hear anymore,

They want a way to have fun more and more.

 

Jesus is shown differently,

They show one Christ modern and attractive.

One Jesus that accepts everything,

One Jesus that does not change bad things.

 

They do not matter about what will happen,

At any cost, they want to have entertainment.

The most important thing is you stay there,

About the salvation of your soul, they do not matter.

 

To save yourself, there is only one way,

We must seek the true Jesus and his ways.

It is not that one who only wants to please us.

It is that one who has something to teach us.

 

It is the Jesus who is gentle and humble,

That one who forever lives.

The true and eternal Lord,

He died to be our Savior.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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The House of Echoes

Wisdom will save you also from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words … Surely her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead. Proverbs 2:16,18

Marcos was not an unhappy man. He loved his wife, Sofia, and their two daughters. He had a good marriage, built on fifteen years of partnership and shared laughter. But lately, routine had swallowed him whole. Work was stressful, bills piled up, and conversations with Sofia seemed to always revolve around grocery lists and school problems. The shine had become dull.

The “strange woman” did not enter his life in a bar or on a business trip. She appeared on his feed as a friend suggestion. Camila. A college classmate he had not seen in years. Her profile was a mosaic of a seemingly perfect life: exotic trips, trendy restaurants, a successful career. It was a life free of the diapers and bills that defined his.

It all began with a “like.” Then, a casual comment.

“I remember you from college, always the smartest one in the class,” she wrote.

Her words were flattering, a balm for his tired ego. Marcos felt seen, admired, in a way he had not felt in a long time.

The conversations migrated to private messages. At first, they were innocent, nostalgic. But soon they became his escape valve. He would find himself smiling at his phone screen in the middle of a work meeting. He would lie next to Sofia at night, his body present but his mind miles away, exchanging messages with Camila until late.

He was abandoning the guide of his youth—Sofia, the woman with whom he had built everything—and forgetting the covenant he had made before God. Each secret message was a small betrayal, one less stone in the foundation of his marriage.

Camila was the personification of fantasy. She was never tired, never had dark circles under her eyes, never argued about a dripping faucet. She was an echo of his desires, validating his frustrations and applauding his ambition. He began to build a parallel “house” in his mind and on his phone. A house made of secrets, half-truths, and a stolen intimacy.

What he did not realize was that this house was leaning toward death. The death of his genuine joy, replaced by an anxious excitement. The death of his peace of mind, traded for the constant vigilance of not being discovered. The death of his connection with Sofia; his eyes now avoided hers, afraid she might see the lie in them.

One Saturday, Sofia proposed a family picnic, like in the old days. At the park, while their daughters ran on the grass, she held his hand.

“I miss you, Marcos,” she said, her voice soft. “It feels like you’re here, but you’re not.”

His phone vibrated in his pocket. A message from Camila. Marcos’s heart raced. He felt guilty and, at the same time, resentful. He was living a double life, and the effort was tearing him apart.

Later, at home, while Sofia was bathing the children, he went to his office to “take care of some work things.” He opened the chat with Camila. She had sent a photo, more daring than the previous ones, along with the message: “Thinking of you.”

He looked at the photo, and what should have been exciting suddenly felt empty, sad. He heard his daughter’s laughter in the hallway and the sound of Sofia’s voice singing a lullaby. That was his life. The real, imperfect, noisy, tiring, but his life. The life he was trading for pixels on a screen.

He understood, with a terrifying clarity, that the house of echoes he had built with Camila had no future. It was a path that only led downward, to the loss of everything that truly mattered. None who enter that door, he realized, return without deep scars. Many never return at all.

With trembling hands, he typed: “Camila, we can’t talk anymore. What I’m doing is wrong. I love my wife.”

He blocked her contact. He deleted the history. The feeling was not one of loss, but of liberation, like a prisoner who finally sees his cell door swing open.

He left the office and went to his daughters’ room. He sat on the floor, watching Sofia comb the younger one’s hair. The love he felt at that moment was so real, so palpable, it hurt. He did not say anything, but Sofia looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, she saw her husband back. Whole. Present.

The way back would not be easy. He had caused fissures that would need time and truth to be repaired. But he had escaped. He had abandoned the house that leans toward death, before it collapsed on him.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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The Seed

One seed, we can sow,

We throw on the soil to grow.

Before the seed starts its life,

First, that seed will die.

 

After dying, she will revivify,

It will be a big plant with plenty of life.

Even from the littlest seed,

It can raise a big tree.

 

God plants a seed in our hearts,

The seed of his love and forgiveness.

The seed begins to flourish in our hearts,

Of the sin, we take consciousness,

And we stop doing what is wrong.

 

About the sin, we do not want to know anymore,

The glory of God in our lives will grow even more.

The light of God over us will keep shining,

Each day our branches will be renewing.

 

The Lord pours over us the living water,

Each time, we grow with more life.

The sin cannot suffocate us anymore,

The hand of God will always act in our lives.

 

After the tree grows, it needs to multiply,

We must throw the seeds of God in new lands.

Then, more trees can germinate,

New people will be born, and fruits will be generated.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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Innermost Desire

Human beings have many desires,

Many of them cannot be satisfied.

Even each one seeking how to satisfy,

Not all their wishes will be fulfilled in their lives.

 

Many desires are in the heart, deep inside,

Not even the person understands this desire.

It is a different desire to seek new things.

Even seeking in all places, one does not find anything.

 

This desire is the desire for eternal life,

It says there is something more than this Earth.

A desire that the Lord has planted within,

So that people remember to seek Him.

 

Seeking God, the person will find Him,

It will bring a powerful desire to be close to Him.

There will be a real sense in that life,

The person will feel they are alive.

 

The life in eternity, they will start to seek,

Their hope in God, they will put it.

For their departure, they will wait,

The call of God, they anxious hope for that day.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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The Echo Chamber

Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse … whose paths are crooked and who are devious in their ways. Proverbs 2:12,15

The first video of Lucas’s that went viral was an accident. He made a sincere and humorous review of a superhero movie and woke up to fifty thousand new views. The dopamine hit of recognition was instant and addictive. In a short time, his channel, “Straight Talk,” became his main occupation. He was a young man who loved pop culture, but who also valued kindness, hope, and honest debate.

His path began to change the day he was invited for a collaboration on the podcast “Deconstruct,” hosted by Kael, an influencer famous for his acidic humor and his contempt for anything considered “traditional.” Kael was the king of controversy, a master at saying perverse things with a charming smile.

“Lucas, my dear, you’re talented. But you’re… too nice,” Kael said, backstage. “Nobody wants to see honesty. It doesn’t sell. People want to see the circus catch fire. They want you to destroy, to ridicule. That’s where the engagement is.”

Kael and his circle were the embodiment of the proverb. They had left the paths of intellectual honesty to walk in the darkness of cynicism. For them, there was no truth, only narratives. There was no beauty, only something to be ridiculed. Their paths were crooked, and they rejoiced in doing evil, finding pleasure in the perversity of their words.

Seduced by the promise of more followers and advertising deals, Lucas began to change. Gradually, “Straight Talk” became “Crooked Talk.” He started making videos attacking other creators, using irony as a weapon. He began to ridicule films that promoted values he once defended, calling them “naive” and “problematic.” He became an echo of Kael.

The growth was exponential. The numbers climbed, the contracts appeared. He moved into a luxury apartment, started attending exclusive parties, and became part of Kael’s inner circle. But away from the cameras, something was dying inside him.

Conversations with his family became minefields.

“Son, that video was cruel,” his mother said after he had “deconstructed” the work of a young female artist. “That’s not what we taught you.”

“Mom, you don’t understand. It’s the game,” he would reply, impatiently.

His girlfriend, Ana, who had loved him for his original kindness, began to pull away.

“I don’t recognize you anymore, Lucas. You find happiness in being malicious. It seems like you have found joy in… being contrary.”

Ana’s sentence haunted him. He was, in fact, becoming that. He and Kael would spend hours laughing at their own venomous “zingers,” celebrating the “cancellations” they provoked. He was on a dark path, but the glare of the spotlight kept him from seeing the darkness.

The turning point came unexpectedly. The young artist he had ridiculed posted a video in response. She did not attack him. With teary eyes, she simply explained how much her work meant to her, how it was a tribute to her deceased grandmother, and how the wave of hatred that Lucas’s video had generated had led her into a deep depression.

Watching that video, alone in his expensive, empty apartment, Lucas felt the weight of his perverse words. He saw the real damage behind the engagement numbers. This was not a “game.” This was someone’s life.

He looked around. The life he had built over the last few months seemed like a sham. It was a stage built on the pain and humiliation of others. He remembered who he was before he met Kael: a young man who found joy in sharing what he loved, not in destroying what others loved.

That night, he did something he had not done in a long time. He prayed. He no longer asked for more success or followers. He asked for deliverance. Deliverance from himself, from the man he had become.

The next day, he posted a new video. No cuts, no jokes, no irony. Just him, looking at the camera, with a downcast face.

“I was wrong,” he said. “I lost my way. I let the search for relevance lead me to a dark and cruel place. I want to ask for forgiveness.”

He lost thousands of followers in that hour. Kael and his circle ridiculed him publicly, calling him weak and a hypocrite. But, for the first time in months, Lucas felt that he was returning to the light, to the right path. The road back was lonely and difficult, but he knew, with a certainty he had not felt in a long time, that it was the only path worth walking.

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Revival

The people of God need to revive,

So, many people can transform their lives.

Revival does not mean noise outside,

It means changes from deep inside.

 

The soul of the revived person will change,

They will claim with all their strength.

The person will stay hungry for the Lord,

They will want to share his splendor.

 

They will want to talk about the Lord,

They will devour the word of God.

They want to get close to the Father,

They want to show that a revival happened.

 

Those who look at the revived one see a difference,

Everyone can notice divine presence.

With the revived one, the Holy Spirit will always be,

And new hearts will be touched by Him.

 

This revival occurs according to the will of the Lord,

For this to happen, people must ask and wait for His favor.

Of this magnificent work, God is the mentor,

The person revived is only the executor.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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The Message of Christ

Never forget Christ’s words,

Never deceive yourself with what you see in this world.

Nor all those who talk about Jesus Christ,

Follow the message of the cross in their lives.

Many of them are not living Jesus’ light.

 

The Lord preached the message of humility,

He instituted a sovereign law, the law of the verity.

The love between everyone was what Jesus preached,

As proof of love, He has sacrificed.

 

Everyone must remember his sacrifice,

Knowing that, for us, God gave his son’s life.

The Grace of God was granted to everyone,

The sinners had lived through what Christ had done.

 

Jesus warned about what would happen,

He told the false masters would come in his name.

They would preach a gospel different and perverted,

A gospel that came from hearts already corrupted.

They are far away from the Lord Jesus Christ.

 

All doctrines must always be checked,

The truth of its gospel must be evaluated.

Knowing if it is really the Gospel that came from Christ,

Or if it is another distorted gospel, and full of lies.

This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume IV.

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The Treasure Hunter

My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding … Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you. Proverbs 2:1-2,11

The screen of Léo’s notebook glowed with the words that tormented him: “Faith is the abandonment of reason. Religion is the opiate of the masses. Miracles are the crutch of the ignorant.” They were excerpts from an online debate he had watched, and each skeptical argument felt like another blow to the already shaken structure of his faith.

He grew up in the church. Bible stories were his lullabies. But now, in engineering school, surrounded by equations, empirical evidence, and a contagious intellectual cynicism, his childhood faith seemed naive, fragile. How could he believe in a Red Sea parting when he spent his days calculating the resistance of materials?

His crisis reached its peak when his mother was diagnosed with a degenerative disease. He prayed as he never had before. He begged, pleaded, and fasted. And her condition only worsened. The silence from God was deafening.

One night, out of frustration, he opened the Bible he had not touched in months, almost in defiance. He wanted to find a flaw, a contradiction that would give him permission to give up for good. His fingers flipped through the thin pages and stopped at Proverbs. He read: “My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding— indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.”

The imagery caught him by surprise. To search as for silver. To seek it like hidden treasure. He had never done that. His faith was an inherited asset, a piece of old furniture in the house of his mind that he had never bothered to polish or examine up close. He had accepted it passively, and now he was discarding it passively.

That night, Léo made a decision. He would not abandon his faith. He would excavate it.

He bought notebooks, colored pens, and dove into the Scriptures with the same methodology he used to study calculus. He began to read not just verses, but entire chapters and books, seeking context. He wrote down his doubts, his frustrations, his questions. Where the Bible seemed contradictory, he researched deeply, read commentaries by theologians, and studied the original history and languages. He cried out for understanding in his prayers, no longer asking for miraculous cures, but for wisdom.

“Lord, help me understand,” was his new prayer.

His college friends scoffed.

“Wasting your time with fairy tales, Léo?”

But he was not wasting time. He was finding something.

The treasure he unearthed was not a chest of easy answers. The treasure was the very character of God, which revealed itself between the lines. He saw a God who was not a cosmic magician, but a sovereign Father who walked with Job through his pain, who used Thomas’s doubt to reveal His glory, and who wept at Lazarus’s tomb before raising him.

He understood that faith was not the abandonment of reason, but what to do when reason reaches its limit.

One afternoon, he was at the hospital, reading the book of Psalms aloud to his mother. She was sleeping, her face serene despite the pain. The disease had not regressed. But the peace Léo felt no longer depended on that. As he read, he noticed a young doctor watching him from the doorway.

“It’s hard,” the doctor said, with empathy. “Going through this.”

“Yes, it’s,” Léo replied. “But I’ve found a shield.”

The doctor frowned.

“A shield?”

“The certainty that, even when I do not understand the ‘why,’ I know the ‘Who.’ Knowing God, His character, His goodness… that guards me from falling into despair. It delivers me from the path of the wicked man, which, in this case, would be bitterness.”

The doctor, a man of science, was silent for a moment, processing the words.

“I wish I had a shield like that,” he confessed in a low voice.

Léo looked at his mother, then at the book on his lap. The search had been worth it. He had not found gold or silver, but something infinitely more valuable. He had searched for understanding and found prudence. He had cried out for wisdom and received the knowledge of God. And that treasure, he now knew, no one could steal. It was his shield. Forever.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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