Quello che penso sulla strage di Gaza.
The Palestinian people are suffering horrors.
Bertolt Brecht said: "They call the violent rushing river, but the banks that no one calls them violent squeeze"
who could not react to this great oppression? The Palestinians are living without food, without any right to come and go without work crammed into a strip that looks more like a big slum. Yes, there are old hatreds, but they react so that peace can not exist without the Justice. The Israeli government promotes
geometrically absurdity of carnage on a less powerful people. But he does it because he has the back of the United States and has broken the silence of the Arab countries.
The press of the world is forbidden to enter the Gaza Strip. When Israel forbids the world press to witness what is happening there, everything is very suspect. It will be the ultimate objective would be to do an ethnic cleansing, a people who see themselves free of hate, without being denounced by the free world?
Because I'm the leader of a Christian community, I do shudder with the evangelicals who once again support the simple reading of the Bible that they always did. In order to remain consistent, they bear a professional army in a massacre unprecedented. I am ashamed of believers! I have already received e-mails of people celebrating the bombs as a sign of Christ's return (of course elected by Divine), along with exclamations of "Hallelujah," also accompanied by the most vile cliché: "God is in control!" I
I know all the arguments, I'm not naive. Advance explanations that justify a people to slaughter each other. The deaths of the mass graves, the ones that clutter the story, they were buried with such explanations. To me, an argument, just the topic of Jesus Christ: "Ye have heard that he was told: You shall love your neighbor, and hate your enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for those who do wrong, and persecute you. "- Mt.5.43, 44).
Violence only adds anger to hatred to create more death. No, I do not approve of the Palestinian rockets, and I do not agree with terrorism (religious or state). I do not want to pretend not to see the Islamic fundamentalist anger that seeks to throw Israel in the middle of the sea. Someone must still break the vicious cycle of revenge. I suggest that the stronger the start. Only that!
Soli Deo Gloria.
From: Ricardo Gondim
http://www.ricardogondim. com.br /
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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Nessuna killing is legitimate.

Acts of justice are precious in the eyes of the Lord. The idea that man was created in His image and likeness was interpreted not as an analogy of being, but as an analogy of doing. Man is called to act in the likeness of God "Be merciful as He is merciful."
The meaning of being created in God's image is hidden in an enigma. But perhaps we can assume that the intention was that men were the witnesses of God, his symbol. When we looked at the man, we should feel his presence. But instead of living as a witness, the man was an impostor, instead of being a symbol, He became an idol. In presumption angry, he developed a false sense of sovereignty that fills the world with terror.
We are proud of the wonders of our technological civilization. But our pride can lead to our ultimate humiliation. The pride in maintaining that "my might, and the strength of my hand I purchased these assets." (Deuteronomy 8.17), will lead us to say "our god" to the work of our hands (Hosea 14.4).
fear when we think that our civilization is an evil force that tries to take revenge on God
After the man ate the forbidden fruit, the Lord of Heaven expelled to cultivate the land which was extracted. But what did the man who is sweeter than any other creation of God? Undertook the construction of a paradise through their own power and that Paradise is expelling God. During many generations, things seemed to feel good. But now we discovered that our paradise is built on a volcano, you may come to be a huge field of human extermination.
This is the time to cry is a human being and shameful. We remain obliged if you give us religious people over the failure of religion to maintain the screw as the image of God before man. Let's see what is written on the wall, but we are too illiterate to understand what it means. There are no easy solutions to serious problems: all we can honestly preach a theology of despair. We halted God in our times and our slogan , and now the word of God is dying in our lips.
We have ceased to be symbols. There is darkness in the east and west presumption. And the night? And the night?
What is History? Wars, victories, and wars. Many dead. Many injuries, tears. A little resentment. Many fears.
And who could judge the victims of cruelty in the horror becomes hatred? It will be that easy to prevent the horror of captivity turns into hatred against the wicked? The world is bathed in blood and guilt is endless.
It is not lost all hope?
What saved the prophets of despair was their messianic vision and the idea of \u200b\u200bman's capacity to be sorry, what influenced their understanding of history.
History is not a dead end, and the fault is not an abyss. There is always a way by which you can leave the blame: the regret and return to God's prophet is a person who, while living in despair, has the power to transcend it. Above the dark circles of experience watching a different day.
Egypt and Assyria realized bloody wars. Being hated one another, both are enemies of Israel. Their idolatry are abominable and their terrible crimes. How do you feel Isaiah, the son of a people who appreciate the right to be called "my people" from the Lord and the "work of his hands" (Isaías 60.21), in referring to Egypt and Assyria?
In that day there will be a highway from Egypt to Assyria; el'Assiro will be in Egypt, el'Egizio in Assyria with the Assyrians and the Egyptians will serve the Lord. In that day Israel will be the third with the Egyptian and the Assyrian, and there will be a blessing in the midst of the earth. For the Lord of Hosts will bless them, saying, Blessed be Egypt my people, and Assyria, the work of my hands, and Israel my inheritance. Isaías 19.23-25.
Our God is the God of our enemies, not that they know him and despite defying . The enmity between the nations will become friendship. They will live together when the three are equally God's chosen people of God
(Before you criticize esplicizzati thoughts above, I recommend caution. The lack of quotation marks ("") is intentional. Not a word of what I wrote came from my pen. I copied all of Abraham Joshua Heschel, one of the most revered rabbis XXmo century, and one of Judaism's most important philosophers of the time).
Soli Deo Gloria.
The meaning of being created in God's image is hidden in an enigma. But perhaps we can assume that the intention was that men were the witnesses of God, his symbol. When we looked at the man, we should feel his presence. But instead of living as a witness, the man was an impostor, instead of being a symbol, He became an idol. In presumption angry, he developed a false sense of sovereignty that fills the world with terror.
We are proud of the wonders of our technological civilization. But our pride can lead to our ultimate humiliation. The pride in maintaining that "my might, and the strength of my hand I purchased these assets." (Deuteronomy 8.17), will lead us to say "our god" to the work of our hands (Hosea 14.4).
fear when we think that our civilization is an evil force that tries to take revenge on God
After the man ate the forbidden fruit, the Lord of Heaven expelled to cultivate the land which was extracted. But what did the man who is sweeter than any other creation of God? Undertook the construction of a paradise through their own power and that Paradise is expelling God. During many generations, things seemed to feel good. But now we discovered that our paradise is built on a volcano, you may come to be a huge field of human extermination.
This is the time to cry is a human being and shameful. We remain obliged if you give us religious people over the failure of religion to maintain the screw as the image of God before man. Let's see what is written on the wall, but we are too illiterate to understand what it means. There are no easy solutions to serious problems: all we can honestly preach a theology of despair. We halted God in our times and our slogan , and now the word of God is dying in our lips.
We have ceased to be symbols. There is darkness in the east and west presumption. And the night? And the night?
What is History? Wars, victories, and wars. Many dead. Many injuries, tears. A little resentment. Many fears.
And who could judge the victims of cruelty in the horror becomes hatred? It will be that easy to prevent the horror of captivity turns into hatred against the wicked? The world is bathed in blood and guilt is endless.
It is not lost all hope?
What saved the prophets of despair was their messianic vision and the idea of \u200b\u200bman's capacity to be sorry, what influenced their understanding of history.
History is not a dead end, and the fault is not an abyss. There is always a way by which you can leave the blame: the regret and return to God's prophet is a person who, while living in despair, has the power to transcend it. Above the dark circles of experience watching a different day.
Egypt and Assyria realized bloody wars. Being hated one another, both are enemies of Israel. Their idolatry are abominable and their terrible crimes. How do you feel Isaiah, the son of a people who appreciate the right to be called "my people" from the Lord and the "work of his hands" (Isaías 60.21), in referring to Egypt and Assyria?
In that day there will be a highway from Egypt to Assyria; el'Assiro will be in Egypt, el'Egizio in Assyria with the Assyrians and the Egyptians will serve the Lord. In that day Israel will be the third with the Egyptian and the Assyrian, and there will be a blessing in the midst of the earth. For the Lord of Hosts will bless them, saying, Blessed be Egypt my people, and Assyria, the work of my hands, and Israel my inheritance. Isaías 19.23-25.
Our God is the God of our enemies, not that they know him and despite defying . The enmity between the nations will become friendship. They will live together when the three are equally God's chosen people of God
(Before you criticize esplicizzati thoughts above, I recommend caution. The lack of quotation marks ("") is intentional. Not a word of what I wrote came from my pen. I copied all of Abraham Joshua Heschel, one of the most revered rabbis XXmo century, and one of Judaism's most important philosophers of the time).
Soli Deo Gloria.
From: Ricardo Gondim.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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Match - Match # 2
When I got home Mary was already in bed.
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and sat in the balcony.
lit a cigarette.
I lived in a studio apartment on the 47th, the 6th floor of a building just on the road.
But the view from there I did not mind. It was relaxing. The city was so quiet up there. It seemed that everything was governed by an order, that all this chaos, the down had a plan that made sure not to blow up the gears of that great system of which we were all a part, voluntarily or not, all in one circle, As the streets were different that each of us would travel every day, who would choose ... My
might have led to an impasse, but I could not do anything else.
Everyone was aware of the risks he was doing what he did, or at least should. Me and Jimmy that Jack that Mark and the whole gang that ran through a back favors, accounts, bribes, lots sold and snorted cocaine, promises, lies and half truths, knew or at least imagined what could have happened at any moment.
The fact was, we would be ready?
I had many doubts but I had already made my promise. Jack had to die.
Basically it was my fault. It was a mole.
In our jargon, a mole is the "blind". What makes a blind eye (but see and how) and then says, tells people who should not.
In our world the moles are a bad end, and the world began to end with the tongue cut to the ground. It 's a message. A message for those who will come to those who want to try.
thoughts were groped and many drown in the beer and the smoke faded was a vain undertaking.
But suddenly I stopped, suddenly. They were the hands of
Mary, on my back. His fingers glided over my skin to the waist and then up on the neck and blend into the hair.
"Come to bed with me," I whispered in his ear ...
I broke my problems nel sudore, ma solo per un po'...
Quando Mary ormai si era addormentata nel letto ancora nuda mi alzai e mi rivestii. Sapevo che dovevo muovermi.
Ma quando tolsi il giubbotto dal letto che le copriva i piedi si svegliò.
"Dove vai"
"Devo uscire"
"Ma dove?"
"Vado a fare due passi, torno con la colazione"
Mi guardò per un attimo fisso negli occhi, l'avrebbe capito anche un cieco...
" Nox , dove devi andare"
La guardai senza risponderle
"Rimani a dormire con me, non andare"
"Devo"
"Devi cosa, eh? Sparire per riapparire chissà quando? E credi che riuscirei a dormire pensando a cosa potresti fare o peggio yet what could happen to you? "
" I told you that toner with the breakfast
"No you're not coming with breakfast! Returned a few days later ... and at best you'll have the usual hole with bullet cucirai in the tub full of red water that overflows on the floor. A bit ', you think it normal? "
" I do not think I ever said that you would be a' normal 'person, but apparently it did not cause any problems you have, until now, "
" The fact that me tell you now not to say that the thing I've ever touched! Do you think peaceful sleep thinking about you that you stand around somewhere, buried in some kind of Christian, in the hope that the phone non squilli e mi senta dire 'signora James lei vive con un certo Nill Oxon ??? No perchè l'abbiamo appena ritrovato a pezzi nel fiume se può venire per l'identificazione ci farebbe risparmiare tempo!!!!'" Esplose in una crisi di pianto
" Ei ei , calma, calma" L'abbracciai "Calma, ok...sono qui , è tutto ok..."
"Non voglio aspettare invano che qualcuno torni mentre invece non può tornare..."
"Ma tu non devi aspettare qualcuno, devi solo aspettare me...per la colazione"
"Lo sai che non è così..."
" Mary , io sono what they are. Some time ago I made choices and those choices affected my life. I do not know if I would do the same thing, it's been many years now, but I can not do anything else. And I can not do anything else. But I tell you one thing: whatever happens, I will return here, I promise you, do not wait in vain ... trust me. "
I kissed her and went out.
I went into the box, taken from the dashboard of my car gauge.
climbed the muffler and headed for the Mama Dance.
When I got home Mary was already in bed.
I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and sat in the balcony.
lit a cigarette.
I lived in a studio apartment on the 47th, the 6th floor of a building just on the road.
But the view from there I did not mind. It was relaxing. The city was so quiet up there. It seemed that everything was governed by an order, that all this chaos, the down had a plan that made sure not to blow up the gears of that great system of which we were all a part, voluntarily or not, all in one circle, As the streets were different that each of us would travel every day, who would choose ... My
might have led to an impasse, but I could not do anything else.
Everyone was aware of the risks he was doing what he did, or at least should. Me and Jimmy that Jack that Mark and the whole gang that ran through a back favors, accounts, bribes, lots sold and snorted cocaine, promises, lies and half truths, knew or at least imagined what could have happened at any moment.
The fact was, we would be ready?
I had many doubts but I had already made my promise. Jack had to die.
Basically it was my fault. It was a mole.
In our jargon, a mole is the "blind". What makes a blind eye (but see and how) and then says, tells people who should not.
In our world the moles are a bad end, and the world began to end with the tongue cut to the ground. It 's a message. A message for those who will come to those who want to try.
thoughts were groped and many drown in the beer and the smoke faded was a vain undertaking.
But suddenly I stopped, suddenly. They were the hands of
Mary, on my back. His fingers glided over my skin to the waist and then up on the neck and blend into the hair.
"Come to bed with me," I whispered in his ear ...
I broke my problems nel sudore, ma solo per un po'...
Quando Mary ormai si era addormentata nel letto ancora nuda mi alzai e mi rivestii. Sapevo che dovevo muovermi.
Ma quando tolsi il giubbotto dal letto che le copriva i piedi si svegliò.
"Dove vai"
"Devo uscire"
"Ma dove?"
"Vado a fare due passi, torno con la colazione"
Mi guardò per un attimo fisso negli occhi, l'avrebbe capito anche un cieco...
" Nox , dove devi andare"
La guardai senza risponderle
"Rimani a dormire con me, non andare"
"Devo"
"Devi cosa, eh? Sparire per riapparire chissà quando? E credi che riuscirei a dormire pensando a cosa potresti fare o peggio yet what could happen to you? "
" I told you that toner with the breakfast
"No you're not coming with breakfast! Returned a few days later ... and at best you'll have the usual hole with bullet cucirai in the tub full of red water that overflows on the floor. A bit ', you think it normal? "
" I do not think I ever said that you would be a' normal 'person, but apparently it did not cause any problems you have, until now, "
" The fact that me tell you now not to say that the thing I've ever touched! Do you think peaceful sleep thinking about you that you stand around somewhere, buried in some kind of Christian, in the hope that the phone non squilli e mi senta dire 'signora James lei vive con un certo Nill Oxon ??? No perchè l'abbiamo appena ritrovato a pezzi nel fiume se può venire per l'identificazione ci farebbe risparmiare tempo!!!!'" Esplose in una crisi di pianto
" Ei ei , calma, calma" L'abbracciai "Calma, ok...sono qui , è tutto ok..."
"Non voglio aspettare invano che qualcuno torni mentre invece non può tornare..."
"Ma tu non devi aspettare qualcuno, devi solo aspettare me...per la colazione"
"Lo sai che non è così..."
" Mary , io sono what they are. Some time ago I made choices and those choices affected my life. I do not know if I would do the same thing, it's been many years now, but I can not do anything else. And I can not do anything else. But I tell you one thing: whatever happens, I will return here, I promise you, do not wait in vain ... trust me. "
I kissed her and went out.
I went into the box, taken from the dashboard of my car gauge.
climbed the muffler and headed for the Mama Dance.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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Black Pool - # 1
I left the motel to buy cigarettes ... it was finished.
I stopped at a tobacconist near the black pool, so then I made a practice match ...
" Marlboro soft ... cue, e. .. a carton of beer from 66, that deals"
"Today we have in promoting this wonderful bottle of Scotch! Is present at a dinner with this and will make a cool! " said the clerk was quite delighted
"Have you ever gone to dinner with a bottle of scotch?"
"Well ... no, but it would be ..."
"So shut up and wrapping ... bitch"
He got out of tobacco, put the carton of beer in the car and went to black pool.
" Ei ... looks a bit 'who sees, but you were not dead?" Jimmy was , an old friend ...
"Look at 'what a coincidence, I was told the same thing as you"
"How old boy, is a real pleasure!"
"Not bad, well you Thorn!" I embraced him, "What you tell me ..."
"Now I'm out for two months, the boys in the toilet like me and keep me away from trouble ..."
"Why cos' you've done"
"You remember Jack ? Jack Nose arm B"
"So?"
The door opens, and from two types, new faces, never seen in town ... Jimmy fixes them with a straight face and then looks at me ... "Well ... you like a practice match? Just like old times ... Black Poll Match!"
"Ok"
" Nolan , open to us on 9 ... "Jimmy
took balls, two cues and two beers.
" Here, my treat! "He handed me a beer and we began to play.
much that was not set foot in black pool, but nothing had changed since the last time we went ...
Apart from some new faces, and tables increasingly torn by the stumps, the room had the same look ... a real pigsty. ..
The blades of ceiling fans the scene was just ... impossible to shake the air in there, sometimes the smoke was so thick that it was hard to breathe.
"So what's with Jack " I asked him
"I do not want to be known around ..." He lowered his voice and came over to me "The shot on the 46th ... the bank ... do you remember or not??"
"Of course I remember"
"They took only Jack, I ran away in time ... then I found a home in the garage, a few hours later ... very few knew of the existence of that box I entered ... in the cell and put me near her, never talk to me ... and came out after a week! Nox , christ, I made two years! "
"So what?"
"So what"
"So what you want ..."
He approached and whispered in my ear ... I looked at him and told him
"This is not to ask me"
"Why ! For god friend, looks like I have reduced .... shit! Every week I go to the police station to sign a fucking paper that says I was good, as if I Ribecco make me your ass ... I can not move! If I Ribecco are finished! "
" I can not help Jimmy, you know "
" Yes you can! Nox , listen, I have two owls that I spy on their heels when I go to pee, have hunted, believe me, I need help! "
" And you call for help? For me those owls may also be here now in this room, you might even be you, to get rid of the conditional ... "
" I would never do something you like and you know it "
" The only What I know now is that freedom is a commodity very dear J, which sold for a lot of things ... even friends "
" Cara? And how expensive? More precious than 20 thousand? "
" I'm not talking about J money, I do not offend "
" Ok I'm sorry ... I'm a bit 'shaken ... Play Nox, I have to charge it to him, but I can not, the you can do for me, and I'll give you whatever you want, anything, I swear! "
" I swear? "
" Sure man, you know you can trust "
I was going to take a crap, I knew .
"Okay, here's what I want: I want from this minute on, I swear I never ask such a thing, whatever happens, I for you I'll be just a friend with whom to chat and drink two beers ... "
" Nox But, you know ... "
" Say! "
" Ok, Ok ... Okay, you my word. "
" Ok "I threw the stick on the table" We leave here , follow me "
We left the room and entered my car, put it in my bike and I went with J in the underground parking of the closed market. I always had an eye glass to see if anyone was following us, but I did not notice anything unusual.
I parked at the bottom, with the nose of the car outward, left the engine running ready to go.
"Well," J said "This is what you need do "

I left the motel to buy cigarettes ... it was finished.
I stopped at a tobacconist near the black pool, so then I made a practice match ...
" Marlboro soft ... cue, e. .. a carton of beer from 66, that deals"
"Today we have in promoting this wonderful bottle of Scotch! Is present at a dinner with this and will make a cool! " said the clerk was quite delighted
"Have you ever gone to dinner with a bottle of scotch?"
"Well ... no, but it would be ..."
"So shut up and wrapping ... bitch"
He got out of tobacco, put the carton of beer in the car and went to black pool.
" Ei ... looks a bit 'who sees, but you were not dead?" Jimmy was , an old friend ...
"Look at 'what a coincidence, I was told the same thing as you"
"How old boy, is a real pleasure!"
"Not bad, well you Thorn!" I embraced him, "What you tell me ..."
"Now I'm out for two months, the boys in the toilet like me and keep me away from trouble ..."
"Why cos' you've done"
"You remember Jack ? Jack Nose arm B"
"So?"
The door opens, and from two types, new faces, never seen in town ... Jimmy fixes them with a straight face and then looks at me ... "Well ... you like a practice match? Just like old times ... Black Poll Match!"
"Ok"
" Nolan , open to us on 9 ... "Jimmy
took balls, two cues and two beers.
" Here, my treat! "He handed me a beer and we began to play.
much that was not set foot in black pool, but nothing had changed since the last time we went ...
Apart from some new faces, and tables increasingly torn by the stumps, the room had the same look ... a real pigsty. ..
The blades of ceiling fans the scene was just ... impossible to shake the air in there, sometimes the smoke was so thick that it was hard to breathe.
"So what's with Jack " I asked him
"I do not want to be known around ..." He lowered his voice and came over to me "The shot on the 46th ... the bank ... do you remember or not??"
"Of course I remember"
"They took only Jack, I ran away in time ... then I found a home in the garage, a few hours later ... very few knew of the existence of that box I entered ... in the cell and put me near her, never talk to me ... and came out after a week! Nox , christ, I made two years! "
"So what?"
"So what"
"So what you want ..."
He approached and whispered in my ear ... I looked at him and told him
"This is not to ask me"
"Why ! For god friend, looks like I have reduced .... shit! Every week I go to the police station to sign a fucking paper that says I was good, as if I Ribecco make me your ass ... I can not move! If I Ribecco are finished! "
" I can not help Jimmy, you know "
" Yes you can! Nox , listen, I have two owls that I spy on their heels when I go to pee, have hunted, believe me, I need help! "
" And you call for help? For me those owls may also be here now in this room, you might even be you, to get rid of the conditional ... "
" I would never do something you like and you know it "
" The only What I know now is that freedom is a commodity very dear J, which sold for a lot of things ... even friends "
" Cara? And how expensive? More precious than 20 thousand? "
" I'm not talking about J money, I do not offend "
" Ok I'm sorry ... I'm a bit 'shaken ... Play Nox, I have to charge it to him, but I can not, the you can do for me, and I'll give you whatever you want, anything, I swear! "
" I swear? "
" Sure man, you know you can trust "
I was going to take a crap, I knew .
"Okay, here's what I want: I want from this minute on, I swear I never ask such a thing, whatever happens, I for you I'll be just a friend with whom to chat and drink two beers ... "
" Nox But, you know ... "
" Say! "
" Ok, Ok ... Okay, you my word. "
" Ok "I threw the stick on the table" We leave here , follow me "
We left the room and entered my car, put it in my bike and I went with J in the underground parking of the closed market. I always had an eye glass to see if anyone was following us, but I did not notice anything unusual.
I parked at the bottom, with the nose of the car outward, left the engine running ready to go.
"Well," J said "This is what you need do "
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