Wednesday, September 10, 2025

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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Monday, September 8, 2025

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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Friday, September 5, 2025

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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Wednesday, September 3, 2025

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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Monday, September 1, 2025

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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Introduction

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