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La contigenza e il volo 447

The world is in shock. Again shows the contingency face in the tragedy in the Air France flight. Worth mentioning: contingency means that events are not always necessary, when something happens for no reason that explains or justifies it. Contingency generates unforeseen events that run away from the wheels of cause and effect. An airplane crashes because the world is uncertain, and not because I was a victim of fate or God's plan
is said in the common sense that people only die when their time comes. If anything, this is true, the fate of people gathered in a plane that should die that day. That would give fate a frightening power. Impossible to think that people of more than thirty countries entered in the Flight 447 without knowing that meet a blind force that led to the last day of their lives.
Similarly, to believe that God allows the collapse of the aims of the plane because he seems rather eccentric. Every person with stories, projects, dreams have been torn existence because that would lead to the end goal? A macro lens? That is, because humanity ou learn to repent? That would ensure that products become scartabili, despicable. The Divine Potter, without needing to explain themselves, drown people to drive the macro story for the glorious end? Yes? Although there is a god so I do not want it.
And then, people who accept that God has a plan for each individual death. True, he is God, has all the power and the ability to gather in one place, everyone should die. But it is good as well. Then, all passengers were elected to do Qualle purpose? We are satisfied to think that the good harvest of so many lives, without any sense on our side, it is guaranteed eternity? ("God knows what he does"?) How to explain this concept for parents, children and lone parents? All are chained to the tragic reality that has separated from their dear ones.
The idea that God has a plan for each death is emptied in front of the numbers. An airplane crashed, but what about the countless accidents every day? What about the stray bullets that cripple pedestrians? And medical error or traffic accidents? Recently a lady in our community has fallen from the attic of the house under construction. She photographed the work because her daughter could help with the cost of the finish. She broke her back and became a paraplegic. The last could give an explanation which is that God had a plan in making paralysis. Jesus never cogito
the world without contingency. Indeed, not associated the collapse of a tower to the divine purposes, did not say that man's blindness was the result of causal internal actions, and that of his parents, he noticed that his disciples would face the storms, sorrow and death.
The contingency is the space of freedom. Thus, the human condition. Without the contingency dehumanize us. The awareness of the risk of getting sick and unpredictability of sudden death is the price we paid for our humanity.
The crash of the plane shows the futility of thinking that the proper exercise of religion and the most excellent technological capacity is enough to cancel the contingency. Our life is uncertain and ephemeral. So live it intensely. Each applicant may be the last. Carpe Diem!

Soli Deo Gloria

From: Ricardo Gondim

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Cristo salva

Jesus can save the televangelist, pastors, apostles and bishops. No one should consider the "pelegos" (traitors) famous of faith as surely lost. Christ saved Nicodemus, Zacchaeus and Saul of Tarsus. All are loved by God, even the crooks ornamented. The cynical cleric collar can also inherit Paradise. The question is: how?
Salvation comes in the house of religious person who will be willing to put your shoes humble. The idealized chatter will be emptied if the priests were forced to wait in clinics receiving public sitting on hard tomatoes. Who knows these vile

Evangelists in cravatta immaginano il dramma di una madre nera e sotto occupata? Il dolore di non trovare un asilo nido per lasciare il figlio durante la giornata per poter lavorare tranquillamente? Quali di loro sarebbero disposti a vivere, solamente per un mese, la fortuna di milioni di genitori che seppellirono i figli in un buco poco profondo? Quanti hanno mai visto la loro famiglia dormire con fame? Chissà quelli immaginano il vicolo cieco dell'esclusione sociale?

Loro trattano avventatamente la fortuna di tanti. Si può sospettare che imbarcarono nella carriera religiosa solamente per scappare dall’emarginazione economica.
Cristo salva il pastore che è sensibile verso coloro che subiscono nelle sedute di emodialisi; insieme a famiglie awaiting a lung transplant, physiotherapy clinics, where amputees and paraplegics to relearn to walk, in the Intensive Care Unit of Children's Hospital, where children have cancer need to be connected to receive chemotherapy.
Those who live by the bombast of the dogmatic discourse can be saved if they learn to be sympathetic towards the refugees of war or disaster, if they know how to assess the efforts of Doctors without Borders, who take care of the miserable in Darfur.

While the priests preach the doctrine that, at most, produce converts, they condemn themselves and their followers to hell twice warmed.
Jesus can free the televangelist, but it is necessary that they have no scruples to strip the bike-boys, bikers who endanger their lives in fast-delivery to earn a low wage, domestic workers who submit to the whims of middle-class madame, the coal miners who live in the mouth of the kiln to produce charcoal barbecue restaurant in the luxury nurses facing sleepless their turns.

If they continue to propagate superstitions illusory, are nothing more than the blind leading the blind into the abyss. For theirs is the Kingdom turbulent.
However, God has no pleasure in the destruction of religious leaders. The Lord who insists: "I'm here at the door and knock", "Judgement begins with the house of the Lord."

I offer my advice to those who claim anointed repent and return to God, being rich in mercy. You need to be saved.

Suns Deo Gloria

From: Ricardo Gondim

Do You Get High By Rubbing Coke On You Gums

Ripensando la fede.

Some things lost impetus in me. Certain allegations were empty before giunghino to my heart. Certain statements do not make more sense when I organize my day.

My faith has ceased to be a force to God that compel him to act. Conceive of faith as the courage to face life with the values \u200b\u200bof the Gospel. Faith signica a bet, and lived the truth revealed by Jesus of Nazareth has become sufficient for me to deal with the contingencies of the world without disumanizarmi. Faith does not conduct the Divine, but serves as a stepping stone which impels me to the exciting (and dangerous) adventure of life. Already

not hope that a relationship with God is my screens accidents. I do not believe, nor do I want and that God cover me with an impenetrable casing. I find it an absurd promise, in the midst of suffering, which generates a life of obedience and pure security against illness, accidents and violence.

I consider frivolous to say that when women pray, God save their children if they are involved with drugs, promiscuity and other ills. Why would God's hands are tied because of the choices or indifferent, often awkward, boys and girls? This means that if parents do not watch, God allows their children to be lost? As God incites someone to repent, Drag force in response to the request of the parents? I wonder if the "salvation" of children does not depend so much of divine intervention, but of parents?

Both in the Old Testament as in the earthly ministry of Jesus, there are reports in which God refuses to manipulate or coerce any person not to bring him. God is love and who loves is vulnerable to abandonment. A classic example comes from the prophet Hosea who embodied a rejection similar to that of God

When Israel was a child, I loved him, and called my son out of Egypt. (11.1).

In Luke, Jesus complained about the city of Jerusalem, in addition to repeat the pattern to take the prophets, rejected it:
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stones those who are sent to you! how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and ye would not! (13:34).

I do not think, for those who perform religious rites, there becomes a sea of \u200b\u200bpeace. I do not imagine that, when properly observing the commandments, the sea of \u200b\u200blife ceases to be risky.

eyes closed to pray, to pray fervently terzo, pregare inginocchiato, fare campagne per intercedere ferocemente nelle vigilie, pregare urlando, nessuna di queste espressioni religiose intende la devozione, ma si bada ai vantaggi che le altre creature umane, che non le fanno altretanto, loro non gradiranno. Io le considero clientelismo puro, ripetizioni vane, pugno su punta di coltello, mescola d’illusione con speranza.

Si assomigliano allo sforzo delle tartarughe che sognano le altitudini, ma si sentono costrette a respirare del polvere della strada.

Io trovo indegno un Cristiano chiedere che Dio lo aiuti ad essere promosso al concorso pubblico. Infatti, io considero un orrore etico. Nello stesso modo, in economie che producono esclusi non è legale chiedere that the Lord opens a door to work. " It makes no sense to imagine that the Almighty will be able to put more people in emerging countries that are working in poorer areas of the world, where billions survive on less than $ 1 per day.

I already ailing with large segments of the evangelical world, but I can not remain silent. Everywhere I hear the cliches as if they were merciful assertions of faith. Unfortunately, these jargons make the ideological role to bring people away from reality, pushing the religious delirium. Religion in this case is just opium.

Soli Deo Gloria.

From: Ricardo Gondim

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Only 20 "Black Pool

20 seconds. Time for a coffee bar, and out of the car park, to come down from the eighth floor of a building, to turn a map, to wash their hands, a greeting and a "how are you? Everything is fine thanks and you? Everything ok. Hello "

20 seconds, maybe less, and fall 20 years of real estate speculation, and all of their content, vine.

The stretch of highway closed compels us to go to the Eagle, Aragno, pagans, and finally Assergi Camarda.

Just over 100 € of expenses that are essential and a smile will turn into a God's people that surround our car on arrival are the same ones with which I ate, drank, joked and shared the summers for 28 years, every year . Only my name is the pause between embracing and crying. A cry, their, full of content, including all the dignity, stuck to the belief that the little that remains from the rubble, not the end, not the end but the beginning from which to begin again, stone by stone.

packs of salt, sugar, long life milk, everything goes through a train of hands, until the stock (ex-bar) of the country. The first sensation that you take the neck è quella profonda convinzione che potresti fare di più, sempre di più, che loro capiscono all’istante e cercano di smorzare con un grazie, non ti preoccupare, noi stiamo bene, non dovevi, grazie, grazie.

Nel prato dove sono ora facevamo le “arrostate”, tanto vino, tanta pecora, tanti sorrisi. Ora è una tendopoli, una delle tante. La gente si aggira chiedendo chi ha un telo, chi ha dell’acqua, la protezione civile tarda ad arrivare ed è comprensibile, loro sono tra i più fortunati, molti hanno perso solo amici.

Altri non sanno dove andare, Chiara ti dice col sorriso che ha perso, tra l’altro, tutte e due le case, a l’Aquila e a Paganica, and now live in the camper, but she is lucky, its doing well.

Crying is not allowed, nor complain, thoughts have turned to L'Aquila, and they are the lucky ones, so it is sin.

We give a hand to fix something in the field, and as they prepare sandwiches for lunch arrives on time, the journalist who wants to see, with his camera, like the earthquake and what they eat, where they sleep the earthquake, what's inside tents of earthquake survivors as they go to the bathroom, earthquakes and, finally, why are so sad this earthquake. Some close to the old lady there, crying, sad turn of plan as the basis of music and will be sold to some special evening, but now we go to lunch autogrill, who came to me hungry.

we hear via a phone call that a piece of the highway was reopened to traffic, then we go to the Eagle will resume from where the highway.

As we approach the city with the increasing number of road blocks for us to announce that we are close to what we had until now only seen on television. The images of TG I thought I had prepared for the worst, it was not.

Christ's sake what happened. The roads that I used to take no longer recognize. The places I frequent are gone, and many of the people attending them there are no more. There are many memories that come to mind, life scenes, photographed and sculpted in the memory, and not matched by what you see, everything is changed, everything is different.

There's nothing personal, private, everything is public, pictures, clothes, furniture, books, games ... all on the street ... all the personal content surrounded by walls that once was a house is now open, raped, sexually assaulted by what looks like a bomb.

Too many heads will fall, but not falling.

Maybe our generation just missed it, the war. But here there is no front, the enemy did not flag, you can not withdraw, there are no strategies, no one to fight, there are moves to predict, there is a surrender to be signed.

The images run too fast the car window, and I do not know if I would stop or go away, to take that highway that takes me back home immediately, so fast to escape the feeling that you take as a stomach cramp that does not give up, that haunts you, as a sense of guilt. Guilty of what? You could have done more? You'd have to stay? I do not know, we all have our lives and move on, this is only one way, for us to go home. But when

you wake up and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth, stomach cramp that comes back to visit you, right where you left it at the bottom of the stomach, to remember how many times have you complained, poor bastard with a drawer full of ideals, because hit by unemployment and forced to seek work at home on infojobs, depressed and had to be sold on ebay the bike, struck by an earthquake with a roof to be redone in a renovated house with 10 years of the thirteenth and hard work, but that despite everything is still standing.

Hit, hit, hit. Three out of three.

But not sunk, my dear fate of the cock ... not sunk.