tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48505262670972157942024-03-13T11:22:01.389+00:00O dia ao outro dia (Salmo 18,3)nas falas de filha...Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00201716494861255238noreply@blogger.comBlogger1050125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-19535027184050578762022-11-14T01:10:00.005+00:002022-11-14T01:10:37.493+00:00Eu fui...<p> <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Eu fui irmã de um só irmão...</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuRLuz-aoopq3j1A7vbGZ5-ClmYizxOK6DMuzvEApNCGa8KUDbQgT52wh3zTrh39nFCUetW8Zt7gGee_QgKKVsv8342zcNBrFWqo_qdZ3sjXFz8Ge5QVDVsLvnBb-Pykgx_fPS0jNHZGXOmGLPGs7B9VQxjYrpBa97Ed8mkyhk3S6VLcboYSO7TeA/s2048/Ac%CC%A7ores%20manos.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuRLuz-aoopq3j1A7vbGZ5-ClmYizxOK6DMuzvEApNCGa8KUDbQgT52wh3zTrh39nFCUetW8Zt7gGee_QgKKVsv8342zcNBrFWqo_qdZ3sjXFz8Ge5QVDVsLvnBb-Pykgx_fPS0jNHZGXOmGLPGs7B9VQxjYrpBa97Ed8mkyhk3S6VLcboYSO7TeA/w380-h397/Ac%CC%A7ores%20manos.jpeg" width="380" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-68132080339542600262022-09-28T18:54:00.029+01:002022-09-28T18:59:39.469+01:00Entregar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxVSgGP9fMJN11Ip7JKfSljTr9TEl8jUvgTioQgZFFAbcwhLwaSKg7BVoQnqXoTyXRZZuLKPsR9wbGWB1S9wW4_qzTDU8CjC9V3kDj294Ed_zfytdt-4RRDJHXRPmiE6xQRJ75GG9oxa34ZaZyJrJIH9WYqq3JYvJgX9USSi0V8nxYo-J56U9UBQl/s4160/IMG_20170803_203036.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>O grão de trigo para dar fruto tem que morrer...de morte sangrenta na cruz, nas arenas de Roma ,na mira de uma espingarda ou de morte continuada, por renúncias sucessivas, em dias cinzentos de rotina . Parece paradoxal, como programa de vida a adoptar, se Jesus nos anuncia uma vida em abundância e uma alegria completa.<br />
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<span style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i>O ladrão não vem senão para furtar, matar e destruir. Eu vim para que as ovelhas tenham vida e para que a tenham em abundância. (Jo 10,10) Disse-vos essas coisas para que a minha alegria esteja em vós, e a vossa alegria seja completa. (Jo 15,11)</i></span><br />
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Mas Jesus habituou-nos às contradições desde que quiz passar pelo ventre de mulher, absolutamente inerme e sem defesas. Ele o Criador, o Todo Poderoso, o Deus forte, Adonai,Princípe da Paz, como referia Isaías. Não nos tinha já avisado Simeão. <br />
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<span style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i>34. Simeão abençoou-os e disse a Maria, sua mãe: Eis que este menino está destinado a ser uma causa de queda e de soerguimento para muitos homens em Israel, e a ser um sinal que provocará contradições.Lucas 2</i></span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><span style="font-size: medium; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Talvez a resposta seja que é esta a unica Fé em que Deus procura o homem e o acompanha em todos os momentos de dor a que a humana condição o sujeita,</b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>em que Deus serve o seu povo,</b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>em que o liberta de cultos e rituais asfixiantes,</b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>que tem sede da sua própria criatura acolhendo quem Dele se aproxima vindo de todas as latitudes ou vivências. </b><br />
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<b>A única Fé,</b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 5px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>que para celebrar o Amor, reverte o fracasso em vitória, transforma a morte em vida eterna para aqueles que se oferecem em serviço, no obscuro de uma vida entregue, seguindo o Mestre na sua forma misteriosa de celebração</b> </span></p><div><span style="color: black;"><br /></span></div><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 9.5px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 9.5px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 9.5px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 9.5px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><b><i></i></b></span></p></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxVSgGP9fMJN11Ip7JKfSljTr9TEl8jUvgTioQgZFFAbcwhLwaSKg7BVoQnqXoTyXRZZuLKPsR9wbGWB1S9wW4_qzTDU8CjC9V3kDj294Ed_zfytdt-4RRDJHXRPmiE6xQRJ75GG9oxa34ZaZyJrJIH9WYqq3JYvJgX9USSi0V8nxYo-J56U9UBQl/s4160/IMG_20170803_203036.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"></a><b><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq26thYLYz-G-Ynhb7AhCeY80rhcS-7fG0vaG6SIkWVPVjpd-f_OgMCwRmPksAl4jcVvk6sQgqcBBgq3La64djPGO1igN9p854ZHoCzpChGcv8ONE-7HVNdA-Vs5k6f9X4grx-uex327516xJnG4lmzibf_n6RB5ddzof_OD3ZlTynd52cvq2Lgty/s4160/IMG_20170729_203407.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsq26thYLYz-G-Ynhb7AhCeY80rhcS-7fG0vaG6SIkWVPVjpd-f_OgMCwRmPksAl4jcVvk6sQgqcBBgq3La64djPGO1igN9p854ZHoCzpChGcv8ONE-7HVNdA-Vs5k6f9X4grx-uex327516xJnG4lmzibf_n6RB5ddzof_OD3ZlTynd52cvq2Lgty/s320/IMG_20170729_203407.jpg" width="240" /></a></i></b></div><b><i><br /></i></b><p></p></div>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-35029566575172985352022-09-02T14:34:00.000+01:002022-09-02T14:34:22.079+01:00Jesus<b>A Ressurreição é esperança, a Paixão é nossa, Jesus viveu-a connosco.Levou as suas chagas para nos lembrar disso.<b></b><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeiPfXHslMkMAX5XPteyx2cPiYLqyitU-AuIQmkQ7u09PAA4Om3WtAUjIfZQ6IGZnBWV-cmSMqrIEOkxsWNdiiigDrUhQraqtXZJgmNDgWhXZYIpvh45A9ZfDj-s768iF3r1Wuva92qTNDe-3MmzRI0TBc09B0Y2aY00MkXChVNipPsrJO0HgOctb/s4160/IMG_20170731_170625.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeiPfXHslMkMAX5XPteyx2cPiYLqyitU-AuIQmkQ7u09PAA4Om3WtAUjIfZQ6IGZnBWV-cmSMqrIEOkxsWNdiiigDrUhQraqtXZJgmNDgWhXZYIpvh45A9ZfDj-s768iF3r1Wuva92qTNDe-3MmzRI0TBc09B0Y2aY00MkXChVNipPsrJO0HgOctb/s320/IMG_20170731_170625.jpg"/></a></div></i></b>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-60067582470453150642022-08-16T12:51:00.002+01:002022-08-16T12:51:14.624+01:00Destroço<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-VKEwyH22m2CuQfdO4fKk_TeunWkv4AZvTpniVzMQBjXZJ7ka1jbfiGq41CxwOF9kfzicTLhhrbfLXbsOpz1O3RRcVmSiwGdJuSZ6dIU8u7BLU5KFXgPK37uvGhpahzSTFwEzKGow3dCvVU4Pm9JLu7hJkG-ZYzGyEaYrJNowU-Lvxjvhr7-UFxD/s3191/destrc%CC%A7o.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="3191" data-original-width="2174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-VKEwyH22m2CuQfdO4fKk_TeunWkv4AZvTpniVzMQBjXZJ7ka1jbfiGq41CxwOF9kfzicTLhhrbfLXbsOpz1O3RRcVmSiwGdJuSZ6dIU8u7BLU5KFXgPK37uvGhpahzSTFwEzKGow3dCvVU4Pm9JLu7hJkG-ZYzGyEaYrJNowU-Lvxjvhr7-UFxD/s320/destrc%CC%A7o.jpg"/></a></div>
<b>Pequeno destroço
sossobrando no mar
e a mão de DEus
para o ir salvar<i></i></b>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-9955648749098436332022-06-19T13:12:00.002+01:002022-06-19T13:24:06.437+01:00Quem sou?<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIIAMia2f_Qfd_9iylRsSTXrINk0AAHc3DX8Wfatm-_wVdeqdnFm4wZj7qO1a3YKfTgMhoGPHZ4fmx2K7DFvrHFT6XcvA53cSjLuhoeUrblF8V7Ke6R4t4uwKSGGjaoo5EMr-ImTeb4F7LWPDszDA5usfCYyh1M0foAwHb_W___8T_-QXdRGrftR5/s679/Quem%20sou%3F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="342" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqIIAMia2f_Qfd_9iylRsSTXrINk0AAHc3DX8Wfatm-_wVdeqdnFm4wZj7qO1a3YKfTgMhoGPHZ4fmx2K7DFvrHFT6XcvA53cSjLuhoeUrblF8V7Ke6R4t4uwKSGGjaoo5EMr-ImTeb4F7LWPDszDA5usfCYyh1M0foAwHb_W___8T_-QXdRGrftR5/s320/Quem%20sou%3F.jpg" width="161" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"> Perguntou à multidão...perguntou aos discípulos...pergunta-nos a nós.</span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Marta lho afirmou .mesmo sem lhe ser perguntado :</span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); font-family: "Museo Sans Cyrl", Verdana, sans-serif;">Sim, Senhor, sei que sois o Cristo, o Filho de Deus, que havia de vir ao mundo”» (</span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); font-family: "Museo Sans Cyrl", Verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Jo 11,20-27</i><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(55, 55, 55); font-family: "Museo Sans Cyrl", Verdana, sans-serif;">). </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(73, 60, 12); font-family: "Open Sans";"> </i></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(73, 60, 12);"><b>À samaritana foi Ele mesmo que lho revelou:</b></span></span></p><p><span style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(73, 60, 12);"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial;"><b>A mulher disse a Jesus: “Sei que o Messias (que se chama Cristo) vai chegar. Quando ele vier, vai nos fazer conhecer todas as coisas”. Disse-lhe Jesus: “Sou eu, que estou falando contigo”. </b></span></span></p><p><span style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(73, 60, 12);"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial;"><b>João 4,5-42</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: arial;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(73, 60, 12);"><b>Quando pergunta aos discípulos e Pedro lhe responde:</b></span></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;">29 Então perguntou-lhes Jesus: “E vós, quem dizeis que eu sou?” Respondeu Pedro: “Tu és o Cristo”.</span><br style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;">30 E ordenou-lhes severamente que a ninguém dissessem nada a respeito dele.</span></span></b></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><b>Com severidade, proíbe a divulgação da sua identidade, como aconteceu noutras passagens do Evangelho.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><b>Diferente o procedimento de Jesus com os homens e as mulheres.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><b>Os homens sempre o queriam levar ao poder, fazendo-o rei , aguardando benesses e lugares....Com as mulheres não tinha essa preocupação.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><b>E hoje ? Quem dizemos que é Jesus?</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><b>Uma relação de amor, vivida na Trindade, que habita em nós e que nos leva a fazer o bem na nossa passagem, como Jesus o fez.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><br /></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-51267397626593393602022-06-16T20:45:00.004+01:002022-06-16T20:45:53.131+01:00Corpo de Deus e o nosso...<p>A</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGrKCzpUQ5u5EGIt3Ywgwy0aFX_dVnXCTgPPAI2G1sK8N5FdScDLJCdngsm_Ep_GW6Srx09MH4oKs9ocRiZVKpOwPRhgIEv73BYY_iEtR3v5v_vjwEjfQzgM_PNtjuQA6H4KLMAEEG-43vKqJrhv1KqPzygUVIoII-l8PI4kDn8HmChJBgMphhD67/s900/corpo%20de%20DEus%202022.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="900" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsGrKCzpUQ5u5EGIt3Ywgwy0aFX_dVnXCTgPPAI2G1sK8N5FdScDLJCdngsm_Ep_GW6Srx09MH4oKs9ocRiZVKpOwPRhgIEv73BYY_iEtR3v5v_vjwEjfQzgM_PNtjuQA6H4KLMAEEG-43vKqJrhv1KqPzygUVIoII-l8PI4kDn8HmChJBgMphhD67/s320/corpo%20de%20DEus%202022.webp" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><p></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">A linguagem crua de Jesus, para nos mostrar até que ponto se incorpora em nós para nos</span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"> fazer semelhante a Ele</span></b>.</p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-84564935729043713292022-04-28T10:57:00.010+01:002022-04-28T10:59:24.136+01:00Que pedes pois e buscas, alma minha? <p style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Meus são os céus e minha é a terra; </p><p style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">minhas são as gentes, </p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">os justos são</span><b><span style="color: #0b5394;"> <span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">Senhor Deus, amado meu! Se ainda Te recordas dos meus pecados, para não </span></span></b></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #0b5394; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #0b5394; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b>fazeres o que ando pedindo, faze neles, Deus meu, a tua vontade, pois é o que mais quero: e </b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #0b5394; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">exerce neles a tua bondade e misericórdia e serás neles conhecido.</span><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"> </span></span></b></p><p style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); clear: none; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">E, se esperas por obras minhas, para, por meio delas, me concederes o que te rogo, </span>dá-as Tu, e opera-as Tu por mim, assim como as penas que quiseres aceitar e faça-se. Mas se pelas minhas obras não esperas, porque esperas, clementíssimo Senhor meu? Porque tardas? </span></b></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); clear: none; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Porque, se, enfim, há-de ser graça e misericórdia o que em teu Filho te peço, toma a minha insignificância, pois a queres, e dá-me este bem, pois que Tu também o queres.</span></b></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); clear: none; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Quem se poderá libertar de seu baixo modo de agir de sua condição imperfeita, se não o levantas Tu a Ti em pureza de amor, Deus meu? Como se elevará a Ti o homem gerado e criado em baixezas, se Tu não o levantares, Senhor, com a mão com que o fizeste? </span></b></span></p><p style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); clear: none; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 16.00200080871582px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 1rem; overflow-wrap: break-word; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-style: italic;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Não me tirarás, Deus meu, o que uma vez me deste em teu único Filho Jesus Cristo, </span>em quem me deste tudo quanto quero. Por isso folgarei pois não tardarás, se eu confiar. <span style="box-sizing: inherit;">Por que tardas em esperar, ó minha alma, se desde já podes amar a Deus </span>em teu coração?</span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">O céu é meu e minha é a terra; meus são os homens, os justos são meus, e meus os pecadores; os anjos são meus, e a Mãe de Deus e todas as coisas são minhas. O próprio Deus é meu e para mim, porque Cristo é meu e todo para mim. </span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Que pedes pois e buscas, alma minha? Tudo isto é teu e tudo para ti. Não te rebaixes nem atentes nas migalhas que caem da mesa de teu Pai. </span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Sai para fora de ti e gloria-te da tua glória, esconde-te nela e goza, e alcançarás as petições do teu coração.</span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face=""Open Sans", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-size: 16.00200080871582px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">S.João da Cruz</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNly6Um-dOU5gra_NF8NSwhKRRgsvZiUGQfkofQ0EjXD-cmgpryYrwjpvHwJnRKt2D0RBITkYVJ6Qa1sY3toZ6TcMFn8vAMEIJn2Go3KQ5Mu4_ZQuGxcnY4KHY7HVo6PU41aXE-Gx1odhYPXFfSQgx_sPrKHpc3j4aE1D3FfmgaJHU6BeLWBPWxvQC/s4160/IMG_20170820_110026.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNly6Um-dOU5gra_NF8NSwhKRRgsvZiUGQfkofQ0EjXD-cmgpryYrwjpvHwJnRKt2D0RBITkYVJ6Qa1sY3toZ6TcMFn8vAMEIJn2Go3KQ5Mu4_ZQuGxcnY4KHY7HVo6PU41aXE-Gx1odhYPXFfSQgx_sPrKHpc3j4aE1D3FfmgaJHU6BeLWBPWxvQC/s320/IMG_20170820_110026.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p style="color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-82078724892246458992022-03-16T09:01:00.005+00:002022-03-16T09:01:58.522+00:00Espanto...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipugx9chlu_ZZ46YR136xeW3OaD3pJ0Ibvrmkh1EbZn0RX3ASxbv2aKKNppMVX4KtNjlbEXc78Ps04fiuWSPI20LE4TP7P8fTLGRPp2HQJ28p2Kq9t20HfTIfewYmZRvmM2NuOKxNOtDPWyUXXzBOqjtza2DMR2f4rykVHJhIS80H9V1ghUEeKWhz7=s641" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="628" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipugx9chlu_ZZ46YR136xeW3OaD3pJ0Ibvrmkh1EbZn0RX3ASxbv2aKKNppMVX4KtNjlbEXc78Ps04fiuWSPI20LE4TP7P8fTLGRPp2HQJ28p2Kq9t20HfTIfewYmZRvmM2NuOKxNOtDPWyUXXzBOqjtza2DMR2f4rykVHJhIS80H9V1ghUEeKWhz7=s320" width="314" /></a><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">Os olhos abrem-se ao espanto da guerra...</span></b></div><br /> <p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-77661386762268396352022-02-21T12:59:00.003+00:002022-02-21T12:59:30.644+00:00Luz de farol<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS711Uv6lF2ZDJtYWNNcI8ZhNwpjuJr7GLx52SGiSHPf4hArKZG4FhHKxeUigAA5xYSnnLONPPNxnRZH-h_ipxwdZRb4qvS-tRCI-GhLpdgaA_uDG3IYfW7ox8u4PHZgyZLPKqC_5p15eLGw7g_QlnDl94oDdvC2b6SLepMvRpcZpYC45TmWmuLC5O=s672" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="672" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhS711Uv6lF2ZDJtYWNNcI8ZhNwpjuJr7GLx52SGiSHPf4hArKZG4FhHKxeUigAA5xYSnnLONPPNxnRZH-h_ipxwdZRb4qvS-tRCI-GhLpdgaA_uDG3IYfW7ox8u4PHZgyZLPKqC_5p15eLGw7g_QlnDl94oDdvC2b6SLepMvRpcZpYC45TmWmuLC5O=w320-h310" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">... essa luz que procuramos cada dia que passa para caminhar nas águas agitadas da existência...</span></b><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-48757115551224115452022-01-27T14:39:00.000+00:002022-01-27T14:39:24.083+00:00Definir amor perfeito<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLwHT_SRRs16qujBlIJTITB_KqPCS6uQlKhD7qVxJqZmbynPM58gyYkZqbQ_vVT1f9PkcydIDFWp3cgIkJKrrQlRgluIFAkhWxPNyAlx9PONlYrkz9ZUEJciDiCTfp4b12eyLrr70MRnAKx1e4eO_X0NTS_EJEP5C7gR0_fs0wpWaZjOdOAkBs_WBZ=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgLwHT_SRRs16qujBlIJTITB_KqPCS6uQlKhD7qVxJqZmbynPM58gyYkZqbQ_vVT1f9PkcydIDFWp3cgIkJKrrQlRgluIFAkhWxPNyAlx9PONlYrkz9ZUEJciDiCTfp4b12eyLrr70MRnAKx1e4eO_X0NTS_EJEP5C7gR0_fs0wpWaZjOdOAkBs_WBZ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /> ...o que dura para sempre...<p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-85488561123117434492022-01-27T14:34:00.000+00:002022-04-28T01:43:23.445+01:00Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-67319934929650624742022-01-27T12:37:00.008+00:002022-01-27T14:33:06.857+00:00Se a ouvissem...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1xsIMTzTKDbWmkXYF0nt_MeBBLTRT1XcvyEOaEDFHVxDJuTZa6QTbfN4QykgSE1AgTTE3Gp5JDLunS5tRCYKkalqX9eLxPZGo30GQnE0Ru66fan-1YyRlyJW524FdCZiYi02_wMecUqhc-4MqSIcXhCZPphTPTuI2AC9WeNFBTczjvEJo6QAFZi6i=s4160" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1xsIMTzTKDbWmkXYF0nt_MeBBLTRT1XcvyEOaEDFHVxDJuTZa6QTbfN4QykgSE1AgTTE3Gp5JDLunS5tRCYKkalqX9eLxPZGo30GQnE0Ru66fan-1YyRlyJW524FdCZiYi02_wMecUqhc-4MqSIcXhCZPphTPTuI2AC9WeNFBTczjvEJo6QAFZi6i=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Fazei tudo o Ele vos disser... e disse tanto que só fazia a vida de toda a humanidade muito melhor, se o fizessem....<p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-62093524049995036452022-01-21T19:58:00.002+00:002022-01-21T19:59:02.999+00:00Sintonia<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7XeZ0gZeG7hGYl1rjNRwePVrtlZN6XtaCinl5XSWcsZE7rIvKhcRCLNu7ULBFVBwNh3URjC-zdzgySVUECpHybK1UvW-HGqecFl164tsd4t_Yf7C7sQoo0xC3Zb_XWh-GugZ5vzanWLRzHJX6M0AJG4M0bowr2Qv-m9jdnfV4QXAco6-n1cfDnaQ6=s3468" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1996" data-original-width="3468" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7XeZ0gZeG7hGYl1rjNRwePVrtlZN6XtaCinl5XSWcsZE7rIvKhcRCLNu7ULBFVBwNh3URjC-zdzgySVUECpHybK1UvW-HGqecFl164tsd4t_Yf7C7sQoo0xC3Zb_XWh-GugZ5vzanWLRzHJX6M0AJG4M0bowr2Qv-m9jdnfV4QXAco6-n1cfDnaQ6=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Em sintonia com o Criador e a criação...nao esquecer as palavras do Papa Francisco : Deus perdoa semore, os homens às vezes, a Natureza nunca...<p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-91228870770418799262022-01-17T10:45:00.001+00:002022-01-17T10:45:39.321+00:00Sonhando...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjv52AyBgrTP1HX8_sdz_KfjUFYXnXo-SDoK8lqLcm2afI2_vzyEQ9F3qYY7AAwKM9g8W-JNLVP2pLcU_TtwmDHOFdJoTW1Gek29xqssBDLMb3_NT68p5_iLKf0THw4TAZ5g6ZTll6U1LSVnTa7V5VeetsoYThl34rNLQ4yyplDr1sIBLG3uSPsCmy5=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1460" data-original-width="2048" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjv52AyBgrTP1HX8_sdz_KfjUFYXnXo-SDoK8lqLcm2afI2_vzyEQ9F3qYY7AAwKM9g8W-JNLVP2pLcU_TtwmDHOFdJoTW1Gek29xqssBDLMb3_NT68p5_iLKf0THw4TAZ5g6ZTll6U1LSVnTa7V5VeetsoYThl34rNLQ4yyplDr1sIBLG3uSPsCmy5=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /> O sol de Inverno faz a Primavera bater à porta...<p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-84512336819999853882021-12-27T18:29:00.000+00:002021-12-27T18:29:01.493+00:00Não há ventos favoráveis....<p><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Não há ventos favoráveis , para quem ignora o destino . Séneca</span></b></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYfrnr0U6pX1EvSFoRJCUdZbOhTbobg-JqGNbBrtYoth8hN085YQL2tw1Lo99T4CRaC9wRBN5M6IlRRuxr4P-TMPQueFJlvCNoT0k5_dk5ow1rTX8CzJZAnXMuNwihRZKuFc0yv7mVYgLrB2ZVUQPDC714KMAx5zzY1e_57vbPlOkfnDt_BKVqCUv7=s4624" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="3468" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYfrnr0U6pX1EvSFoRJCUdZbOhTbobg-JqGNbBrtYoth8hN085YQL2tw1Lo99T4CRaC9wRBN5M6IlRRuxr4P-TMPQueFJlvCNoT0k5_dk5ow1rTX8CzJZAnXMuNwihRZKuFc0yv7mVYgLrB2ZVUQPDC714KMAx5zzY1e_57vbPlOkfnDt_BKVqCUv7=w293-h386" width="293" /></a></div><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-71867731947065537942021-10-25T10:01:00.001+01:002021-10-25T10:01:33.114+01:00Missa de Trento - a tradição de 500 anos.<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: white;">A A </span><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A </span></b><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">liturgia</span></b><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"> tem 2000 anos...esta que ignora a incarnação do Senhor tem apenas 500....o nosso Deus é um Deus incarnado quer estar no meio de nós todos e em toda a parte, não ser invocado para Oriente como o fazem os que oram virados para Meca...não...vivi muito tempo com essa liturgia que nos excluia a nós os seus filhos amados e dou graças, mil graças, que finalmente o ES fizesse entender de que forma intensa Ele habita em nós e connosco, como acontecia quando Jesus instituiu a Santa Missa</span></b></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(43, 0, 254);"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qVGt4Cayc4/YXZxzqkKUuI/AAAAAAAAM7Y/KBUJz8hKhLkBrT0BELc2JgaA15pQ9MNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/missa%2Bde%2Bcostas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qVGt4Cayc4/YXZxzqkKUuI/AAAAAAAAM7Y/KBUJz8hKhLkBrT0BELc2JgaA15pQ9MNrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/missa%2Bde%2Bcostas.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-89936726980506306412021-10-23T13:55:00.001+01:002021-10-23T13:55:16.223+01:00Estranheza....<p> <span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: medium;"><b>Anunciando comida para animais de companhia , a anunciante dizia da necessidade de abastecimento do mercado porque os cães, gatos e afins serão os filhos nas próximas gerações...</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: medium;"><b>Será assim que o mundo vai acabar....por falta de humanos, pelo menos em <br />certa parte do mundo...</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: medium;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"><b><br /></b></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTYgAAWAwWE/UbMDifQnagI/AAAAAAAADEY/3w0rDqU1nNcvtKStxF_MDnfMiCAL8zO1ACPcBGAYYCw/s120/ma%25CC%2583o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="120" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTYgAAWAwWE/UbMDifQnagI/AAAAAAAADEY/3w0rDqU1nNcvtKStxF_MDnfMiCAL8zO1ACPcBGAYYCw/w400-h200/ma%25CC%2583o.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Imagem da net)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-31836395301601983272021-10-05T12:25:00.012+01:002021-10-05T12:28:10.612+01:00o vento das vaidades...<p style="font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #ffff0b;">Palavras o vento das vaidades depressa as rouba, mas gestos do amor não o pode fazer e sabes porquê? Porque o Pai as imprimiu no teu coração</span></p><div><span style="background-color: #ffff0b;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="color: #950021; font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Guarida certa e segura sabe um barro que andas a semear, o Pai sabe também, cuida que certo será maior o Seu amor por ti</b></p></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><p style="color: #950021; font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #ffff0b;"><b>Os degraus só existem para monges raquiticos no amor, para pombas bastam-lhes os pombais da misericórdia do Pai</b></span></p><p style="color: #950021; font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="background-color: #ffff0b;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KPih1ESfBQ/YVw2BlgIEPI/AAAAAAAAM54/0mr_UwgKdKUs7DDimcZasvhyX74AUJ-2ACPcBGAsYHg/s4160/IMG_20170808_190011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KPih1ESfBQ/YVw2BlgIEPI/AAAAAAAAM54/0mr_UwgKdKUs7DDimcZasvhyX74AUJ-2ACPcBGAsYHg/s320/IMG_20170808_190011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></b><p></p></div><div><p style="background-color: #ffff0b; font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Só um pedido posso? Amai amai até à exaustão os que chegarem ao vosso ninho, por mim e sobretudo pelo Pai que vos ama eternamente.</b></p><p style="background-color: #ffff0b; font-family: Verdana; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><br /></b></p><p style="background-color: #ffff0b; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><b>Irmão. Silencio</b></span></p></div><div><br /></div>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-37639946919878555272021-08-03T00:37:00.003+01:002021-08-03T00:37:47.187+01:00Na espuma<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzgRZZDt9zU/YQiBZUQpegI/AAAAAAAAM3U/4BaTIIkRZ4YVLP1Oq5Gek4LldREUvxZpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/PA%2Bespuma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YzgRZZDt9zU/YQiBZUQpegI/AAAAAAAAM3U/4BaTIIkRZ4YVLP1Oq5Gek4LldREUvxZpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/PA%2Bespuma.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: verdana;"><b>Na espuma que avança e recua vai sendo consumido o tempo...</b></span><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-55662906751743067472021-07-12T09:43:00.005+01:002021-07-12T09:43:51.072+01:00filho de paz<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4MF3WOPZy8/YOwANvHAxQI/AAAAAAAAM1U/gY56OsVMviEPNK-D3IeZxAspgKClMDaoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/li%25CC%2581rios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R4MF3WOPZy8/YOwANvHAxQI/AAAAAAAAM1U/gY56OsVMviEPNK-D3IeZxAspgKClMDaoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/li%25CC%2581rios.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 6px;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">E, se ali houver algum filho de paz... Lucas:10,6</span></b></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 6px;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 0px 6px;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">Filhos de paz, um objectivo nem sempre pacífico, a alcançar...mas como já ouvi dizer é de preferir guardar a paz a ter razão.</span></b></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-35176186677557035092021-07-12T07:34:00.002+01:002021-07-12T07:34:38.441+01:00Magnificat<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWrOwjtqJvc/YOvhwocJDqI/AAAAAAAAM1I/-9MqPTsyuBM1YSWdpx31YIg3CM4w7cG4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s768/Tissot%2BMagnificat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="369" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWrOwjtqJvc/YOvhwocJDqI/AAAAAAAAM1I/-9MqPTsyuBM1YSWdpx31YIg3CM4w7cG4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Tissot%2BMagnificat.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <b><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">Maria cortou célere os arroubos da prima Isabel a seu sujeito...estabeleceu, na sua oração, a hierarquia das preocupações dos crentes: Deus, o povo, o país.</span></b><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-46624785712721950382021-07-11T13:43:00.006+01:002021-07-11T13:44:25.538+01:00Conversão ao Evangelho...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Eg2jav6B4/WZDvTZ69NQI/AAAAAAAAKw8/JTTLyeai92Mzgu5iWB_AEuZsZ3vsNW4pwCPcBGAYYCw/s450/Jesus%2BPedro%2Bmar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="299" data-original-width="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Eg2jav6B4/WZDvTZ69NQI/AAAAAAAAKw8/JTTLyeai92Mzgu5iWB_AEuZsZ3vsNW4pwCPcBGAYYCw/s320/Jesus%2BPedro%2Bmar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Muito se esquece que a conversão pedida é ao Evangelho... a Eucaristia é o cume... mas não esgota o Evangelho... em que o mandamento é externo: amai-vos uns aos outros, como Eu vos amei.</b></span><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-57837471575491168672021-07-11T12:08:00.000+01:002021-07-11T12:08:08.026+01:00Dia...<p><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK0LVqQflH0/YOrP2eZ0J9I/AAAAAAAAM00/wgbNXb6CX_stMO98KZ3HDZKG21exHcepACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/PA%2Bbarco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JK0LVqQflH0/YOrP2eZ0J9I/AAAAAAAAM00/wgbNXb6CX_stMO98KZ3HDZKG21exHcepACLcBGAsYHQ/w240-h320/PA%2Bbarco.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br />Assim mesmo que a procela agite as águas do nosso viver ELE nos vai encorajando até ao Grande Dia.</span></b><p></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-29419936433479494202021-06-06T18:18:00.001+01:002021-06-06T18:18:13.514+01:00Veio a Mãe ...para o afastar<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAAkwb1AP6A/V7y8zHs_MeI/AAAAAAAAFew/Z-hMtAGaQu4_dK16JsBT9e0FJesHYdi6QCPcBGAYYCw/s466/Maria%2Bminha%2B2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="466" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAAkwb1AP6A/V7y8zHs_MeI/AAAAAAAAFew/Z-hMtAGaQu4_dK16JsBT9e0FJesHYdi6QCPcBGAYYCw/s320/Maria%2Bminha%2B2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5; caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;"><b>Maria queria proteger o Seu filho da sorte que se estava a desenhar... sabia que um plano para o eliminarem estava a crescer e a espada de dor que Simeão prefetizara quando levou o Menino no Templo não saía do seu pensamento.A Mãe de Deus não deixava de ser uma mãe humana. </b></span></span></p>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4850526267097215794.post-33664905111184958262021-05-18T03:00:00.001+01:002021-05-18T03:00:11.481+01:00Tu amas-Me?<div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="color: #050505; font-family: inherit;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #050505; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opsdpqe1SWA/TzEWo6Z-hWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/inx61lMRDtoWpJJy3D4MHeiba8i9UFLkACPcBGAYYCw/s720/Slide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-opsdpqe1SWA/TzEWo6Z-hWI/AAAAAAAAAvE/inx61lMRDtoWpJJy3D4MHeiba8i9UFLkACPcBGAYYCw/s320/Slide1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #050505;"><br /></span><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>Nos ultimos tempos têm-me interpelado as palavras de Jesus a Pedro:-Tu amas-Me?. E 3 </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>vezes foram repetidas. E por Jesus ressuscitado. Uma carência de Amor inusitada em Quem é </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>o Totalmente Outro, o Todo Poderoso, o Senhor do Mundo, o Senhor da Vida e da História, </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>carente de Amor como se fosse o mais pequenino de nós.</b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b> Que Amor infinito esse que não se pode conter em Si mesmo, encontrando a sua expressão </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>na fusão com aqueles que criou e para quem encarnou. Tu amas-Me?...mais que Prisioneiro </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>do Amor é o Mendigo do Amor, no sacrário, no trabalho, na vida e na morte e em todos os </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>outros e outras que nascem, labutam e sofrem nos quatro cantos do mundo , sempre nos </b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><b>pergunta:Tu amas-Me?.</b></span></div></div>Maria-Portugalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17922978015895386651noreply@blogger.com0