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How to nurture passivity
30/09/10
I went to the Thursday night meeting with my notebook. My mission? To write down, during the worship every metaphor used to refer to God or our relationship with him. The reason was a concern I brought with me from Brazil.
The campus that sends more than 300 people out to the world every quarter, proved to be no different than what I was used to hearing. In spite of the international flavor, the lyrics were the same I heard in my backward Amazonian town. Lyrics that guided people to intimacy with God, referring to him in the coziness of the Mais >
Fabio’s arms
30/09/10
When Fabio died, one thing came to my mind over and over again, what would happen to his arms. For a few days I got obsessed with his arms. What is going to happen to those beautiful drawings that covered both of his arms and made Fabio so unique? His skin is going to decompose and the drawings be lost forever. But I want to hold onto Fabio’s heart.
Many years ago in the time that Fabio had the tattoos done to him they were a symbol of rebellion, a stamp of not belonging to a system that his generation had Mais >
The Village
30/09/10
While I was listening to music with my twelve year old son I noticed that he was lost in the song and had tears in his eyes. The CD was still new to me and I had not understood all the words of that particular song yet. My son had the lyrics memorized, and told me: – “Mom, she is singing about our base in Porto Velho”. The song was called The Village and talked about a little place where everyone belonged. The village is Palestine, the promised land, Shangri-La, the lost paradise, land of heroes, homes of mothers, with Mais >
Alexander
30/09/10
Alexander had a good heart but his brain was already fried by the use of crack. We first met him six years ago. He was a lost 20 years old boy, addicted to drugs, coming from a dysfunctional family that was in the mission’s center as a student of the discipleship school. Miraculously coherence slowly came back to him. After six months, in the end of the school, while his mother stayed on the missionary center as part of the staff group again, Alexander went back home to pursue the studies he had abandoned years ago. He was able to Mais >
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