Do not try to be as perfect, I relajaría more. It would be foolish for what I have in fact been very few take things seriously. It would be less hygienic.
Run more risks, make more trips, contemplate more sunsets, rising over mountains, rivers Nadari more.
Would go to more places where I have never gone away, eat more ice cream and less beans, would have more real problems and less imaginary.
I was one of those people who lived sensibly and prolifically every minute of his life; clear that I had moments of joy.
But if I could go back would try to have only good times.
In case you do not know, that life is made only of moments, do not miss the now.
I was one of those who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle, an umbrella and a parachute. If I could go back to live, travel lighter. Read the rest of this entry »
Mike Murdock said that the concept we have about the same time, will determine whether our path through life will be productive. “The biggest difference between the poor and the powerful, the unemployed and employed, the successful and failed, the poor and the rich, is the view they have about the time.” Time is the only natural gift that comes from birth. And about that, I think that most precious gift that worn in small imbecility and what others think of us.
Our passage through the earth is very short and we do not have the chance of a second shot. If you ask the apostle Peter if it would be able to walk on water again, even knowing that it would sink, we would say:
-Yes, just to feel his strong arms again, in the midst of the sea.
In these years, I have debts several times and I have committed so many mistakes. Risked, I lost and I won. I have also spoken of more and less. I’ve had successes and failures. But if it could be twenty again, would do everything exactly the same, without omitting a single detail, just to get back to feeling the providence of God at every turn. Read the rest of this entry »
Help me understand so that I can follow your teachings. I will guard them with all my heart.
Lead me on the path of your commandments, because I am happy with them.
Direct my heart toward your written instructions rather than getting rich in underhanded ways.
Turn my eyes away from worthless things. Give me a new life in your ways.
Keep your promise to me so that I can fear you.
Take away insults, which I dread, because your regulations are good.
I long for your guiding principles. Give me a new life in your righteousness.
psalms 119: 34-40
One Saturday night a few weeks before Christmas, Kristina and Rob attended a holiday party at another married couple’s house. Kristina and Rob had only lived in the area for six months, and they were newlyweds.
Feeling a little insecure at the party, Kristina started to make small talk with a few women in the living room while Rob gravitated toward the other husbands, who were watching a basketball game on TV.
“Those men are always watching sports,” said Sara, the hostess of the party.
Another woman spoke up. “Yeah, they’re always yelling like animals and ignoring us.”
Several years ago a submarine sank with its entire crew at the height of the Atlantic thing in North America. When at last the ship was found, divers were dispatched to assess damage and the possibility of rescuing the wreck.
When the divers approached the hull of the ship, were surprised by a knock in Morse code. It was obvious that someone was alive inside the submarine. The message was a question hopeless against the walls of the tomb of water: “Is there hope? Is there hope? ”
You and I are doing the same question when we face a particular problem or when a tragedy touches us closely. After all, who is completely free of the immense grief of losing a loved one, the frustration of unemployment, the anguish of a home vandalized or hundreds of other difficulties?
We feel trapped and submerged by the weight of circumstances and ask: “Is there hope? Is there really hope to solve this problem? ” Read the rest of this entry »
Just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, with no future in sight, God enters the scene and fills you with new hope.
This is what He did for Abram—whom we know today as Abraham, the Father of faith.
On the strength of a promise, seventy-five-year-old Abram and his wife, Sarai, left their home for a spiritual adventure—without a road map, not knowing where God was leading them.
Abram journeyed to Egypt and returned a wealthy man—and a tither. Then the Lord, through a dynamic revelation, told Abram his seed would be numerous as the stars (Genesis 15:5).
This meant he would have children. But how could this be, since he was old and his wife, Sarai, was well past her childbearing years?
Anxious and tired of waiting, the barren couple thought they would help God’s promise along by having Abram father a son by Hagar, the Egyptian handmaiden of Sarai. They named the boy Ishmael. Read the rest of this entry »
On March 18, 1861 the congregation moved permanently to the newly constructed purpose-built Metropolitan Tabernacle at Elephant and Castle, Southwark, seating five thousand people with standing room for another thousand. The Metropolitan Tabernacle was the largest church edifice of its day and can be considered a precursor to the modern “megachurch.”[2] It was at the Tabernacle that Spurgeon would continue to preach several times per week until his death 31 years later. He never gave altar calls at the conclusion of his sermons, but he always extended the invitation that if anyone was moved to seek an interest in Christ by his preaching on a Sunday, they could meet with him at his vestry on Monday morning. Without fail, there was always someone at his door the next day. He wrote his sermons out fully before he preached, but what he carried up to the pulpit was a note card with an outline sketch. Stenographers would take down the sermon as it was delivered; Spurgeon would then have opportunity to make revisions to the transcripts the following day for immediate publication. His weekly sermons, which sold for a penny each, were widely circulated, and still remain one of the all-time best selling series of writings published in history. Read the rest of this entry »
Do not try to be as perfect, I relajaría more. It would be foolish for what I have in fact been very few take things seriously. It would be less hygienic.
