The Lord God is ready to forgive,
One needs to repent and call upon Him to live.
He forgives because He is the wonderful God,
The only Living God, strong and powerful.
For Him to forgive, repentance is needed,
The person will change their life and enter a new time.
No longer matter their past live,
It will start the best time of their life.
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Do not envy the violent or choose any of their ways … The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous … The wise inherit honor, out fools get only shame. Proverbs 3:31, 33, 35
In the neighborhood where they grew up, Bruno was the “violent man” everyone envied. Not in the sense of physical violence, but in the aggressiveness with which he took what he wanted from life. He was the king of “schemes,” of shady deals, of intimidation. He despised the humble and mocked those who, like his childhood friend, Lucas, still believed in “working hard and being honest.”
“Lucas, you’re a joke,” Bruno would say, showing off his new car, acquired with money of dubious origin. “While you sweat to earn peanuts, I make the same in one night. That God of yours isn’t helping you much, is he?”
Lucas, who worked as a carpenter in a small workshop, felt the sting of envy. It was hard not to covet Bruno’s life. The designer clothes, the parties, the apparent ease with which everything came to him. But Lucas clung to the “secret” that his father, a simple and just man, had taught him: the peace of a clear conscience and the quiet trust that God honors the sincere.
The “blessing” in Lucas’s house was subtle, almost invisible to the world. It was the smell of homemade bread that his wife, Ana, baked. It was the way the sunlight streamed through the living room window, illuminating the wooden furniture he had made himself. It was the laughter of his children, who were growing up in a home where honesty was not an option, but the very air they breathed.
The “curse” in Bruno’s house was equally subtle, but corrosive. Despite the luxurious facade, the place was cold, silent. The arguments with his girlfriend were constant. His “partners” were dangerous men whom he feared and despised in equal measure. He did not sleep well, startled by every siren he heard on the street. The house of the wicked was a palace haunted by mistrust.
Time, the great revealer of all things, began to show the truth.
Lucas, with his reputation as an honest and detail-oriented craftsman, began to receive commissions from important clients. His small workshop grew. He became known not for his wealth, but for his honor. People did not just buy his furniture; they sought his counsel. He became a pillar in his community, a man whose word carried weight.
Bruno’s fall was as swift as his rise. One of his “schemes” went wrong. Betrayed by one of his own partners, he lost everything. The car was taken; the house was emptied. The man who mocked everyone became the target of mockery. Shame was his only companion.
One morning, Lucas was opening his workshop, now much larger and better equipped, when he saw a shrunken figure across the street. It was Bruno. Thin, haggard, wearing worn-out clothes.
Lucas crossed the street. There was no triumph in his eyes, only an old compassion. “Bruno?” he called.
Bruno looked up, expecting the scorn he himself had dished out for so long.
“Come to laugh at me, Lucas? The ‘righteous’ man won.”
“I didn’t win anything,” Lucas said, sitting beside him on the curb. “I just… built my house on different ground than you did.” He paused. “I’m looking for a helper in the workshop. The work is hard, and the pay is honest.”
Bruno stared at him, incredulous. Grace, which he had always considered a weakness, was being offered to him in his moment of greatest humiliation.
That day, as he learned to sand down a piece of rough wood under Lucas’s patient guidance, Bruno began to understand. The wise do not inherit money or power. They inherit honor. And the shame he felt was not the end of his story, but perhaps, just perhaps, the beginning of his journey toward a new path, where the blessing was not in the facade of the house, but in the foundation of the heart.
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Where are the believers like the Bereans?
Where are those who test what they are preaching?
Where are those who read the Word of the Lord?
Where are those who only accept the commandments of God?
Theological Christians are disappearing,
And the true church is dying.
The church that cared about the Lord,
Is being replaced by human beings’ thoughts.
The Bible is no longer taken into consideration,
The word of the brother “full of anointing” is the new direction.
The words of the prophets have been “adjusted”,
Prophecies and teachings are being despised.
The discrediting of the Word is the fault of blind followers,
People who do not read and only believe their pastors.
They are false “wise men” blinded by their own doctrine,
None of them have the true Word of life.
The true Word is the cross of Christ, grace, and salvation,
The wonderful grace of God leads us to reconciliation.
The true Word is true and sincere repentance,
Walking in the fear of God and always being decent.
The true Word is to listen and analyze everything,
Investigating whether we can trust in some teaching.
Only then will we be acting correctly,
Testing if every sermon teaches rightly.
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We follow our lives very sure about what will happen,
Believing that we can do everything, we make many plans.
We live dreaming about our future will bring us many good things,
We stay thinking about the realization of our dreams.
Sometimes, to live in the future is the unique thing we desire,
We are sure that will be better than our present lives.
We stay so concentrated on that, and we stop living the now,
We leave everything for later; we stay repressed and never is the hour.
But it comes a moment when we wake up to life,
Something happens, and we notice we must live fine.
We understand there is no assurance about what will come,
We are subjected to many things, and we can control none.
We cannot wait for a future that we do not know if it is coming,
We must live today and do the best we can to enjoy everything.
Today and now are the only moments we are sure to live,
Tomorrow can be late; the next second can be our last breath.
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Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to act. Do not say to your neighbor, “Come back tomorrow and I’ll give it to you”— when you already have it with you. Do not plot harm against your neighbor, who lives trustfully near you. Do not accuse anyone for no reason— when they have done you no harm. Proverbs 3:27-30
In the “House of Flowers” condominium, Ricardo, the resident of 401, was a man of fences. His door was always locked, his expression always closed off, and his philosophy was simple: “Every man for himself.” He was the personification of the principle: ask me for nothing.
His downstairs neighbor, Davi, in 302, was the opposite. His door was often open, from which the smell of coffee and the sound of his children’s laughter would escape. Davi lived with a sense of community that Ricardo found naive and dangerous.
The difference between them was visible in the little things.
One afternoon, Mrs. Elvira, an elderly widow from the second floor, knocked on Ricardo’s door.
“My son,” she said, her voice trembling, “my gas canister ran out in the middle of making lunch. Could you lend me your spare? The gas delivery man is going to take a while.”
Ricardo, who had an extra canister in his service area, felt the inconvenience.
“Oh, Mrs. Elvira… isn’t the delivery man already on his way? Just have a little patience,” he said, closing the door gently but firmly. He had the solution, but he withheld it.
Dejected, Mrs. Elvira went down one floor and knocked on Davi’s door. Upon hearing the story, Davi did not hesitate.
“Of course, Mrs. Elvira! Wait just a minute.” He grabbed his spare canister, went up with her, and installed it, refusing any payment. He had the ability to do good, and he did it. Immediately.
Weeks later, Ricardo began planning a renovation in his apartment. His neighbor in 402, a young musician named Léo, lived in the adjacent apartment. Ricardo knew the work would make a terrible noise, but instead of talking to Léo to arrange the best times, he devised mischief.
“I’ll start the demolition on Saturday at eight in the morning. It is my right,” he thought, anticipating the confrontation. He did not seek peace, but veiled conflict.
Meanwhile, Davi was facing a similar problem. The tree on his balcony had grown, and its branches were encroaching on the window of his neighbor in 301. Instead of waiting for a complaint, he went to his neighbor’s door.
“Friend, I saw that my branches are getting in your way. I’m going to call someone to prune them this weekend. Is there a time that works best for you?”
The neighbor, surprised by the kindness, smiled.
“Not at all, Davi. Don’t worry about it. But since you brought it up, Saturday afternoon would be great.”
There was no fight, no needless strife, only respect.
The silent climax of the two neighbors’ lives came during a crisis. A severe hailstorm hit the city, breaking windows and damaging roofs. Ricardo’s car, parked on the street, had its windshield shattered. Desperate, he called his insurance, only to hear that the demand was enormous and that a tow truck would take hours, perhaps days.
As he looked forlornly at his car, he saw Davi approaching with a thick plastic tarp in his hands.
“Ricardo, I saw what happened,” Davi said, without any tone of accusation. “This won’t solve it, but at least it will protect the car’s interior from the rain until help arrives.”
Ricardo was speechless. He, who never offered anything, who planned harm against his neighbors, who withheld solutions, was now receiving help from the man he considered a fool.
“I… I don’t know how to thank you, Davi,” he stammered.
Davi smiled, a genuine smile. “There’s no need. We’re neighbors. We help each other.”
And with that simple sentence, he did not just cover Ricardo’s car; he covered his shame and taught him, without a single word of preaching, about the power of generosity, faithfulness, and peace. That day, Ricardo began to understand that true security was not in locking doors, but in knowing that, in a storm, there would be someone willing to open theirs for you.
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Nature always shows itself beautifully and exuberantly,
There are plants, animals, environments, everything is amazing.
We see all and notice how God manifested Himself in the creation,
We see all is ordered and good; all show its perfection.
Unfortunately, people cannot see nature and respect her,
They do everything possible to explore her.
They use their intelligence and all possible things, they extract,
They move things from their places, they act with disrespect.
Every day, animals are dead and arrested, forests are decreasing,
There is no compassion for them and where they are living.
The most important is to extract, sell, and at any cost get profit,
No one is concerned about where that is impacting.
Destruction’s impacts have already been felt by the population,
Heat, dry, disease, and deaths because of the great devastation.
Nature shows that human actions are impacting,
Impacting every place, the entire world is suffering.
The sadder is to know those who must help and save,
They do nothing or use their power to allow more destruction to be made.
Their eyes are well closed with the money coming from exploration,
And they cannot see they are condemning humanity to extinction.
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You say that you have no time for God.
You say that you are too busy,
Little by little, you do not talk anymore with Him.
Out of your life, the Father, you are taking.
You do not pray anymore,
You do not kneel to the Lord.
You think only about enjoying.
To the Lord, your heart is hardening.
One day, you will seek the help of God.
On the day when a problem comes to you.
And the desperation reaches you,
An appeal to the Lord’s throne, you will do.
The Lord is a God of mercy and love.
He is always attentive to your cry.
With Him, you will reconcile,
Confess your faith in Jesus Christ,
And as a son, He will accept you.
Come back to the arms of the Father.
And do not return to the world again.
For in God, you have happiness.
You need to give Him your faithfulness.
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My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight, preserve sound judgment and discretion; Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be at your side and will keep your foot from being snared. Proverbs 3:21, 23-26
The news landed like a bomb at the morning meeting: “TecnoSolutions” was making a massive cut. Thirty percent of the staff would be laid off by the end of the week. Immediately, a wave of dread swept through the office. Whispered conversations filled the hallways, and the sound of keyboards was replaced by the anxious silence of people secretly updating their résumés.
Amidst the widespread panic, Daniel’s calmness was almost disconcerting. While his colleagues despaired, he continued his work with the same diligence as always. He was not naive; he knew his name could be on the list. He had a wife, a young son, and a mortgage. The possibility of losing his job was, objectively, terrifying.
“How can you be so calm?” his colleague, Flávio, asked him at lunch. “I haven’t slept in two nights. My mind won’t stop thinking about the worst.”
Daniel took a sip of his juice.
“I’m not calm, Flávio. I’m confident. There’s a difference.”
For Daniel, “sound judgment and discernment” were not just religious concepts, but the foundation of his life. They were the principles he never lost sight of, no matter the circumstance. He did not live extravagantly, but had built a small emergency fund over the years. He did not base his worth on his job title, but on his character. He did not place his ultimate security in his company ID, but in his faith in God.
Years earlier, he had gone through an anxiety crisis so severe it had landed him in the hospital. It was then that his pastor told him something that changed his life: “Daniel, you can’t control the storms that come from the outside. But you can strengthen the anchor that is within. The wisdom of God is that anchor.”
From that day on, he began to “keep” these principles. He learned to live one step below his means, to be generous, to not go into debt for status, to find joy in simple things. He was, without knowing it, preparing himself for “sudden disaster.”
On Friday, the layoff list came out. Daniel’s name was on it.
Flávio, who remained, approached him, devastated.
“Man, I’m so sorry. It’s so unfair.”
Daniel took a deep breath. The news hurt, of course. But it did not break him. “It’s okay, Flávio. It’s going to be okay.”
As he emptied his desk, placing his things in a cardboard box, he felt the pitying stares of his colleagues. But he did not feel like a victim.
That night, when he got home, he hugged his wife, Carla. He told her the news. She held him tight.
“We will get through this together,” she said. “The Lord is with us.”
He lay in bed, the ghost of bills hovering in his mind. Fear tried to settle in. But then, he remembered what he had built. A financial reserve that would give them a few months of breathing room. A professional network based on respect, not on politics. And, most importantly, a faith that was not a charm to avoid problems, but a fortress to face them.
His confidence was not in the absence of trouble, but in the certainty that he would not fall into a trap and be snared. He was not helpless.
He fell asleep quickly, a deep and dreamless sleep. The promise of the proverb was fulfilled not in the prevention of the crisis, but in the peace, he felt amidst it. While many of his former colleagues, even those who stayed, would spend the night awake, fearing the future, Daniel slept. His path had become uncertain, but his inner step remained steady, for his trust was anchored in a wisdom that no corporate crisis could shake.
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How can we be members of Christ,
If, when I look at the church, is everything divided?
Among the brothers, there is no union.
Doing the bride of Christ be in the division.
It seems there is a competition.
They compete to be the one who wins more souls.
That seems the message of Christ.
But in fact, they want to self-glorify.
To the people, they want to show their lives.
People would prefer something else to this proceeding.
And communions start dissolving.
Little by little, they speak things.
Away from each other, they are going.
This division is what Satan wants to put in it.
The body of Christ, he tries to disestablish.
Then, he will touch their lives,
Because those who had to evangelize,
They forgot their mission and started to fight.
They forgot the souls they must save and guide.
Please, evangelists, stop with it!
Among you, do not make conflict.
Because we are members of the Lord Jesus Christ.
The Holy Gospel, we must spread all days of our life,
Then, too many lost people can be saved.
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Some women live in a kind of prison,
It is a prison that is in heart and emotions.
It is the result of her entire life,
It is the result of what she learned all the time.
She learned she must keep silent,
And her ideas, she must not show them.
From all sides, this was taught,
Many women grow up with this wrong thought.
These thoughts are well-known by everyone,
But before the Lord, they are wrong.
The woman is important and must be valued,
And all her ideas must be considered.
Bible history has many significant women,
Some of them were more valiant than men.
It was not random or in vain the recording of their actions,
God used each one to generate inspiration.
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By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place; by his knowledge the watery depths were divided, and the clouds let drop the dew. Proverbs 3:19-20
Dr. Helena Neves lived with her eyes turned to the heavens. As an astrophysicist, her job was to decipher the secrets of the cosmos. In her laboratory, surrounded by state-of-the-art telescopes and screens displaying distant galaxies, she searched for the grand Theory of Everything—a single, elegant equation that would explain the universe.
To her, the universe was a mechanism of impressive, but accidental, precision. A consequence of physical laws and cosmic chance. The idea of a “Founder,” of a “Wisdom” behind it all, was, to her, a poetic hypothesis that science had already surpassed. She sought the intelligence that prepared the heavens, but she believed that this intelligence was the set of mathematical laws itself, not a Mind behind them.
Her father, a retired botanist who lived in the countryside, represented the opposite of her worldview. He found the divine not in distant quasars, but in the dew that formed on a rose petal at dawn.
“You search for a grand signature in the stars, my daughter,” he told her on one of her rare visits. “But the Artist signs His work everywhere, from the depths of the ocean to the cycle of the rain.”
Helena would smile with affection, but with a hint of condescension. It was the simple view of a man who studied plants, not the complex quest of one who studied the origin of time and space.
Helena’s crisis was not caused by a black hole, but by a small piece of paper. A medical exam. The diagnosis was uncertain, an anomaly in her cells that doctors could not classify. Suddenly, the woman who mapped the universe found herself lost within the unknown territory of her own body.
The uncertainty consumed her. The mathematical precision that governed her professional life offered no comfort. For the first time, the vastness of the universe did not seem magnificent to her, but terrifyingly cold and indifferent.
One weekend, seeking refuge, she returned to her father’s house. She felt exhausted, fragile. The next morning, before the sun rose, her father woke her.
“Come see something,” he said, with the excitement of a young boy.
He took her to his garden. The grass was covered by a silver veil of dew. Every leaf, every spiderweb, was adorned with tiny droplets of water that glittered like diamonds in the first light.
“Look, Helena,” her father said, his voice low. “The clouds have distilled the dew. A process you can explain with the physics of condensation. But I see it as a gift. A proof that, even after the darkest night, the morning always comes with refreshment. It is the knowledge of God in action, caring for the small things.”
Helena looked at that silent beauty. She, who spent her nights scrutinizing the violence of collapsing stars billions of light-years away, had never stopped to truly see the delicate wonder happening in her own yard.
“The same God,” her father continued, “whose wisdom founded the earth and established the laws you study so intently, is the same one whose knowledge ensures that the dew forms. His signature is not just in the scale, but also in the detail. In the precision of a galactic orbit and in the perfection of a drop of water.”
At that moment, amidst the simplicity of the garden, Helena’s quest changed. She realized she had spent her entire life reading a magnificent book, marveling at the complexity of its grammar and the structure of its sentences, but refusing to admit that there was an Author.
The journey of her illness would be long, but she was no longer alone in the cold vastness of the cosmos. She began to see the same Hand that established the heavens, caring for the minutiae of her life. Wisdom was not an equation to be discovered, but an Artist to be known. And His signature, she finally understood, was in everything, from the majesty of the stars to the silent promise of the morning dew.
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In the reign of Hezekiah, Judah’s people were challenged,
The Assyrian King Sennacherib went up to face them.
He said the people could not be saved,
And the Assyrian kings, nobody could face.
The king said that in Hezekiah, they could not rely on,
Even being faithful to God, they would not have salvation.
Because the gods of all peoples were beaten,
And the people and God of Israel would fall before them.
The king’s envoys went to the prophet Isaiah,
They pleaded for God to help the people and Hezekiah.
They cried out for the Lord to save them,
And may God go forth in battle to help them.
Hezekiah trusted plainly in the Lord,
People did not doubt the mercy of God.
They knew the Lord was greater than everything,
God could beat any kingdom and its king.
Against the Assyrian army, a Lord’s angel went to fight,
And the angel exterminated all soldiers’ lives.
Sennacherib returned to his land and was murdered,
Because of his provocation to God, he was condemned.
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I have a precious garden; I must take care of it,
A special place where I must work on it.
My heart is an exceptional soil
There can be sown the good and evil.
The garden flourishes when good is sown
Love and hope sprout and grow.
Kindness spreads out in all directions
There are excellent fruits in trees of emotions.
I look at the garden and see its sublime perfection
I feel peace of mind and joy in my heart.
It is being poured out, a rain of blessings
God’s water makes new things.
However, some intruders may arrive
In the darkness and shadows, they try to hide.
They are the enemies of the garden of my life
Destruction of my happiness is their only desire.
They trample and cut the plants, and spread vileness
Trying exhaustively to kill happiness.
They want all kindness to be uprooted
They want to see the dry drought, lifeless, deserted.
There arrived disguised many of these enemies.
They said they would help me.
They promised they would always be with me
They promised they were friends of me
They were sent by the destroyer, the evil one
He is the great enemy of the Lord, the Mighty One.
He cannot see good on the earth
He soon sends his servants to disturb.
Greater than the enemy of the garden is its Creator
Greater than evil is the goodness of the Lord.
Even if the enemy sends his whole army
They are not more than insects before the Almighty.
The Lord will drive away all evil from my garden
Even if plagues come, I will destroy them.
God will take care of my heart every day
Showing His infinite kindness over my life and way.
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Blessed are those who find wisdom those who gain understanding … She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her … She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed. Proverbs 3:13, 15, 18
When old Isaque passed away, he left his two grandsons, Miguel and Gabriel, a peculiar inheritance. To Miguel, the older, a pragmatic stockbroker, he left his stock portfolio, a solid estate accumulated over decades. To Gabriel, a history teacher with more books than money, he left the old family house and a note.
The note read: “My son, to you, I leave the greatest treasure. In the yard, you will find the tree of life. Take care of it, and it will take care of you.”
Miguel laughed when he learned of the division.
“Grandpa was always poetic,” he said, as his app was already calculating the stock dividends. “You got an old piece of land and a metaphor. I got the future.”
Gabriel, however, knew his grandfather. He knew his words were never empty. He moved into the old house, a simple place, but full of memories. In the backyard, there was a magnificent, ancient oak tree. Its roots swelled the earth, and its canopy seemed to touch the sky. Gabriel understood. That was the “tree of life.”
While Miguel plunged into the frenzy of the financial market, Gabriel immersed himself in the books and diaries he found in his grandfather’s library. They were volumes of history, philosophy, theology, and, above all, Isaque’s personal notes in his Bibles. Every book read, every one of his grandfather’s reflections deciphered, was like watering the roots of that tree. He was not seeking wealth; he was seeking wisdom.
The years passed. Miguel multiplied his assets. He became immensely wealthy, a respected name in social columns. But his life was a whirlwind. Broken marriages, self-serving friendships, a void that not even the most expensive apartment could fill. The relentless pursuit of more silver and rubies had left him anxious and lonely. His paths were those of a rich man, but not those of a man at peace.
Gabriel, in turn, flourished under the shade of the oak. The wisdom he acquired did not make him rich, but prosperous. He learned from his grandfather the art of listening, the importance of forgiveness, the value of community. He became the unofficial counselor of the neighborhood. His students adored him, not just for his history lessons, but for his life lessons. He married, had children, and his house, though simple, was always full of laughter and friends. His ways were pleasant, and his paths were full of peace.
The financial crisis of 2029 hit the market like a hurricane. Miguel, who had bet everything on high-risk investments, lost almost everything. The house of cards collapsed. Alone and broken, he drove to the only property the family still had: his grandfather’s old house.
He found Gabriel sitting under the oak tree, reading to his children. The place radiated a peace that Miguel had not felt in decades.
“You were right, Biel,” Miguel said, his voice choked with defeat. “Grandpa gave you the real treasure. I chased the wind and ended up with nothing.”
Gabriel closed the book and looked at his brother with compassion.
“You didn’t end up with nothing, Miguel. You still have us.” He pointed to the house. “There’s a guest room waiting for you. What I have, I will share with you.”
That afternoon, as he watched his nephews play, Miguel finally understood his grandfather’s note. The “tree of life” was not the oak. It was the wisdom that his grandfather had planted, and that Gabriel had cultivated. A wisdom that produced fruits money could not buy: contentment, solid relationships, peace of mind, and, above all, a safe harbor for a shipwrecked brother.
He had lost his rubies, but his brother was offering him something infinitely more precious. He was being invited to rest in the shade of the true tree of life.
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“I can’t! I don’t get it!
Everything is against me!
All the people hate me.
Nobody wants to help me.”
These words show immaturity
And are loaded with self-pity.
The person set that situation
And they believe in their imagination.
These thoughts limit their actions
These beliefs affect their decisions.
The person does not see any escape
They accepted living in a suffering way.
This unhappy situation must change immediately
The person must alter their mind and vocabulary.
They need to seek to become successful,
They must fight for all their dreams to come true.
It is the time to take responsibility
It is the only way to change reality.
There is no point in standing still and complaining
There is no success for those who live down in spirit.
The person must stop with any excuse
They must get up and bravely fight.
This is the only way to development
It is the only way to get new achievements.
Some help will be necessary during the fight
Someone will be needed to protect their life.
There is only one able to face everything
There is only one able to keep them advancing.
Only the Lord God can help them
Only the Lord can strengthen them.
With God’s help, everything will be overpowered
A victorious character will be forged.
Never again will depressive words be said
That will be dead; it will seem like another life instead.
There will be trust and protection from the Lord
Even if there are struggles, there will be His favor.
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The nation of Israel sinned for a long time,
They forgot the Lord and lived a sinful life.
Against God, they did many wrong things,
New altars were built on every side.
The people built all kinds of statues,
They burned incense in all forests.
They did everything that God had forbidden,
All kinds of gods and idols were adored by them.
That entire people, the Lord has warned,
But prophets’ advice, nobody has heard.
They continued doing as the other nations,
Living the entire time practicing abominations.
The people made too many carved images,
They burned their sons, practicing abomination.
They believed in omen and divination.
Putting big sins in their hearts and the nation.
Even the tribe of Judah also sinned,
The Lord got very angry and moved away from them,
The whole people of Israel went into captivity,
Paying for the great sins they committed.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume IV.
My son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline, and do not resent his rebuke, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in. Proverbs 3:11-12
André had a plan. A perfect plan, meticulously designed in his mind and on his spreadsheets. He would graduate with honors in architecture, secure a position at the renowned firm “Souza & Pires,” marry his girlfriend, Júlia, and, by the age of thirty, have his own firm and a comfortable life. It was a good plan. And, as a dedicated Christian, he presented it to God in his prayers, not as a request, but almost as a statement.
The first “correction” came in the form of an email. The position at Souza & Pires, his dream job, for which he was the most qualified candidate, was given to someone else. André was shocked, then furious.
“Lord, this makes no sense!” he prayed, his frustration overflowing. “I did everything right!” He rejected the closed door, seeing it not as a redirection, but as a divine mistake.
Disheartened, he accepted a position at a small, without prestigious firm that worked mainly on renovation projects for low-income communities. He felt like a failure; a talent wasted on “minor” projects.
The second “rebuke” was even more painful. After their engagement, Júlia began to distance herself. Conversations about the future became tense. She loved him, she said, but she did not share his faith.
“André, I can’t be the woman who leads a couples’ group at your church,” she finally confessed. “I don’t see myself in your future.” The breakup left him devastated. He felt abandoned, by her and by God.
His plan was in ruins. The life he had so carefully designed had been demolished. He was filled with bitterness, feeling like a son treated unjustly by a Father who would not listen to him.
It was his own father, a man of few words and much wisdom, who gave him a new perspective.
“Son,” he said one Sunday afternoon, “sometimes we ask God to guide us, but we only accept the guidance if it leads us to the destination we have already chosen. A father’s love is not about giving his son everything he wants. Sometimes, the greatest act of love is to say ‘no’ to protect him from a path he cannot see is dangerous.”
The words took root in André’s wounded heart. He began to look at his frustrations not as rejections, but perhaps as… discipline.
In his “minor” job, he discovered a passion he did not know he had. Designing functional and dignified spaces for people who could never afford an architect brought him a sense of purpose that no glass skyscraper ever could. He learned to listen to people, to understand their real needs. He was becoming a better architect and a better man.
Months later, at his church, he met Patrícia. She was a volunteer on the same community project he was working on. The connection was instant, built on a foundation of shared faith and a genuine love for serving. With Patrícia, he did not have to explain his faith; he lived it alongside her.
One evening, years later, André was at home, helping his son assemble a puzzle. He owned a socially conscious architecture firm, was married to Patrícia, and was happier than he had ever imagined possible.
That day, he learned that Souza & Pires had filed for bankruptcy, embroiled in a major corruption scandal. He also learned that Júlia had married, but that her marriage was going through serious difficulties.
He looked at his life. It was not the perfect plan he had designed. It was something infinitely better. Every closed door, every painful “no,” every unexpected detour had been, in fact, the hand of a loving Father correcting him, rebuking him, protecting him.
He finally understood. The discipline of the Lord was not a punishment; it was a rescue. And he, as a son whom God delighted in, was loved enough to have his path radically altered, to be guided not to the life he wanted, but to the life he needed.
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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom
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Some of Israel’s kings led the nation to sin,
Their abominable idols, they were adoring.
They did not remember Israel’s God,
They did not remember the true Heavenly God.
Everyone sacrificed and burned incense,
Idolatry was a consensus in that land.
It began since from the house of the king,
The king was the first one to do bad things.
That was a time of big tribulation,
All the people around invaded the nation.
Many ancient treasures were stolen,
The holy places were profaned.
All this evil was allowed by the Lord,
Against his people rose the wrath of God.
Each one walked in his own way,
Each one sought to adore his idol.
The people sent by God were discredited,
Sinful people tried to kill every new prophet.
Virtually nobody wanted to come back to the Lord,
Everyone preferred those loveless gods.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume IV.
The Lord always gives an opportunity for salvation,
When they sin, his envoy will call their attention.
God’s envoys warn about transgression,
God wants repentance and a change of heart’s intention.
The Lord wants to forgive those who sincerely repent,
God wants to receive those who seek the path of truth.
The Lord desires that many participate in salvation,
God is ready to forget the sins of any nation.
God has no partiality to any person,
He forgives both the bad one and the good one.
Before God, even the most perfect is pure wickedness,
By actions, no one could obtain God’s forgiveness.
God is most merciful to forgive his beloved children,
Even though they are not worthy, the Lord forgets them.
He brings new life where death and perdition reigned,
God grants his children the greatest grace of forgiveness.
After forgiving, the Lord wants his children to sin no more,
He gives them a new life to act differently from before.
The Lord hopes to have a great friendship with His children,
Being best friends, so that they can live together in eternity.
This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume VI.
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Honor the Lord with your wealth, with the first fruits of all your crops; then your barns will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine. Proverbs 3:9-10
Sérgio looked at his banking app and felt the familiar knot in his stomach. His salary had just been deposited, but the feeling was not one of relief, but of anxiety. His mind was already in defense mode, calculating every cent, dreading every unexpected expense. To him, money was synonymous with security, and security was something he never had enough of.
He and his wife, Beatriz, were Christians, but their views on finances were from different planets. Beatriz firmly believed in tithing and offering, in giving the “first part” with a cheerful heart. To Sérgio, this was mathematically illogical.
“Bia, we can’t!” he argued that morning, showing her his phone screen. “Look at the rent, the car payment, the kids’ school. After we pay for everything, there’s barely anything left. Giving ten percent right off the top is irresponsible. It’s taking from our family.”
“But the promise, Sérgio…” she replied in a gentle voice. “It’s about honoring God first. It is an act of trust, not of accounting.”
“Trust doesn’t pay the bills,” he retorted, ending the discussion.
Sérgio operated on the logic of fear. He gave God the leftovers, what remained after all his anxieties were appeased. And, invariably, there was never anything left. His financial life was a perpetually near-empty storehouse. He guarded every grain with desperation, and because of that, there was never abundance, only the constant feeling of scarcity.
That same month, the small church they attended announced a special project: to renovate the house of Mrs. Íris, an elderly widow in the community whose roof had collapsed after a heavy rain. Beatriz came home with her eyes shining.
“Sérgio, I felt it in my heart that we need to help. I thought we could donate the money we were saving to replace the television.”
Sérgio felt a wave of panic.
“The television? Bia, we have been saving for six months! It is our money, our comfort! Mrs. Íris has children, she has the city…”
“She has no one, Sérgio. And we are the church,” she said, the firmness in her voice cutting through the air. “Honoring God is not just about the tithe. It is with what we have. With our substance.”
The argument was long and painful. In the end, exhausted, Sérgio gave in, but with a heavy heart, feeling like a fool. He saw the money leaving his account not as an offering, but as a loss.
Over the weekend, he reluctantly went with Beatriz and other church members to help with the work. While he was fixing the plumbing, he saw the joy on the faces of volunteers who had much less than he did. He saw Mrs. Íris crying with gratitude as she received a basket of groceries. And he saw his wife, Beatriz, her face smudged with dust, laughing as she painted a wall, more beautiful than he had seen her in years.
Something inside him began to change. That joy, that community, that sense of purpose… that was a kind of wealth his bank statement did not show.
On Monday, he arrived at work and his boss called him in. “Sérgio, I know things are tight for everyone, but the board has approved a performance bonus for your team for last semester’s project. It’s not much, but it’s a recognition.”
The bonus amount was almost exactly the same as what he and Beatriz had donated for the renovation.
Sérgio stood frozen in front of his desk. The skeptic inside him screamed “coincidence.” But his heart, for the first time, whispered “providence.” It was not a payment, but a wink from God. An affirmation.
That night, he came home, opened his banking app, and did something he had never done before. Before paying any bills, he transferred the tithe. He gave the first part.
There was no instant financial miracle. But the knot in his stomach had disappeared. For the first time, he looked at the remaining balance and felt not fear, but peace.
In the months that followed, Sérgio and Beatriz continued to practice generosity. And different things began to happen. An unexpected promotion for him. A part-time job that fell into her lap. Expenses that seemed to decrease. The money, which was once a source of stress, seemed to stretch in ways his logic could not explain.
Their material storehouses were never overflowing like a millionaire’s. But his inner storehouse, that of his heart, was full. And their home, once tense with the anxiety of scarcity, began to overflow. Not with wine, but with something far more precious: a deep joy and peace, born from the trust of one who honors the Owner of everything, first.
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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom
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