<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:36:02.550+01:00</updated><category term='EXODUS 2'/><category term='PRAY YES JUDGE NOT'/><category term='APPEAL TO UNITY'/><category term='NUOVI PAOLO'/><category term='VICTORIOUS'/><category term='LYING IS A LIE'/><category term='BIST DU AUCH ELEKTRISIERT??'/><category term='LA SPINA'/><category term='IL MIO MANIFESTO'/><category term='LA TRAPPOLA DELL&apos;IO'/><category term='PORTE DA APRIRE'/><category term='ABRAHAM 2010'/><category term='TAKE ME CROSS THE RIVER WIDE'/><category term='MODERN PAUL'/><category term='NIENTE PREDICHE'/><category term='JURASSIC STYLE'/><category term='PENSO POSITIVO'/><category term='APPEL À L&apos;UNITÉ'/><category term='L&apos;ULTIMO GOODBYE DI AMY'/><category term='WHAT GOOD&apos;S RELIGION?'/><title type='text'>PRAYandCARE</title><subtitle type='html'>A Blog, some Ideas and a Project to encourage Dialogue between Music and Faith. Furthermore, a Call for Intercession and Outreach to Music Celebrities in Europe. 'Cause Music is a Pleasure, Faith essential and Singers... Very Special People!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-3707662903007474290</id><published>2011-07-28T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:11:59.131+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;ULTIMO GOODBYE DI AMY'/><title type='text'>L'ULTIMO GOODBYE DI AMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi sembra ancora di sentirla mentre canta Back in Black. Come l'hit che preannuncia il suo&amp;nbsp; personale the end. Ripensando poi all'ultimo concerto che aveva dato, in cui appena stava in piedi con lo sguardo assente, mi verrebbe da dire che Amy in fondo al cuore, laddove nessun paparazzo potrà mai arrivare, avesse già in qualche modo chiuso con la vita. Forse era andata troppo oltre e desiderava morire, ed è un dramma quando succede per davvero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ormai è andata e non si torna indietro. Quando gridiamo a Dio sappiamo che abbiamo il più grande alleato con noi. E invece lei non ce l'ha fatta. Non so se nell'ultimo istante abbia gridato in Alto, ma la sua morte mi lascia in bocca il sapore di una risposta a quello che lei dentro forse aveva già deciso. Non c'è niente di romanticamente maledetto, al contrario è tutto molto inquietante. La prospettiva di una vita che si tronca proprio quando invece dovrebbe cominciare è qualcosa che non può non fare paura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-3707662903007474290?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/3707662903007474290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=3707662903007474290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3707662903007474290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3707662903007474290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2011/07/il-goodbye-di-amy.html' title='L&apos;ULTIMO GOODBYE DI AMY'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-6400348809892935821</id><published>2011-02-23T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:58:27.616+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAKE ME CROSS THE RIVER WIDE'/><title type='text'>TAKE ME CROSS THE RIVER WIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F88G4itQyds?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANKS&amp;nbsp;FOR BELIEVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-6400348809892935821?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/6400348809892935821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=6400348809892935821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/6400348809892935821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/6400348809892935821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2011/02/take-me-cross-river-wide.html' title='TAKE ME CROSS THE RIVER WIDE'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F88G4itQyds/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-1965434442123703345</id><published>2011-02-23T19:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:23:22.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BIST DU AUCH ELEKTRISIERT??'/><title type='text'>BIST DU AUCH ELEKTRISIERT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ich glaube, daß Musik das mächtigste Instrument heutzutage ist, um Europa ins Herz zu treffen.&amp;nbsp;Vielleicht das, was die Bibel&amp;nbsp;"die neue Sache" nennt. Musik ist für Träumer, die die Wahrheit träumen. Um in die Welt der Musik einzutreten, dann müssen wir lernen, jene Musik zu hören, und auch jene Leben, die um jene Musik drehen. "Keine Predigt, sondern Freundschaft" heißt meine Stellung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Musik kann man sich noch ganz frei fühlen. Gottseidank. Aber du und ich beide sehen, dass Musik nur Traum ist, und Jesus die Wahrheit ist. Dieser Traum ist aber lebensnah, dann hat man die Chance zu finden, was man genau durch diesen Traum sucht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ich auch habe eine grosse Lust zu leben, vielleicht macht uns zwar die Musik empfänglicher für Lebenssachen, irgendwie tiefer. Und mein Traum ist, dass du,.. er,... sie...&amp;nbsp;auch es sagt:&amp;nbsp;“Was ich suchte, habe ich endlich gefunden!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-1965434442123703345?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/1965434442123703345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=1965434442123703345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1965434442123703345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1965434442123703345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2011/02/bist-du-auch-elektrisiert.html' title='BIST DU AUCH ELEKTRISIERT??'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-3162790326570717617</id><published>2010-08-26T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:57:43.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAY YES JUDGE NOT'/><title type='text'>PRAY YES JUDGE NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a celebrity makes public his/her conversion, I prefer to block the door to any useless doubting. Better is certainly to pray. And learn to walk in others' shoes is a habit we should restart to apply diligently in our daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let us not underestimate secular singers, especially when we do not know what it is like living in their world. Especially when we do not know what it is like to come out before a mass of 5000 people who have paid a considerable amount of money and expect their expectations not to be deluded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In our ordered life we are taught to submit to a certain combination of uses, customs, beliefs, mentality, etc. that vary depending on the country, but that do not really allow much room to the soul and its needs, our fundamental needs. I don't need any spectacular look to vindicate my unicity, but I am beginning to understand the reason of much rebellion and consequent attitudes. A question follows: who are we really? Men like Paul, or no more than burning common ones? Women modeled by God, or no more than the opposite version of the repressed ones of the past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have decided for a basic rule: pray yes, judge not. Excuse not, understand yes. System not, person yes. Jesus yes-He-can. Friend yes, preacher not. It's an attempt to widen my horizons, never to “adjust” God's rules. Not only earthly we live, but there exist a spiritual realm as well, a reality before which celebrities are no more than what they truly are: human. Who&amp;nbsp;will have&amp;nbsp;to open their eyes as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-3162790326570717617?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/3162790326570717617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=3162790326570717617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3162790326570717617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3162790326570717617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/08/pray-dont-judge.html' title='PRAY YES JUDGE NOT'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-8850025191170090407</id><published>2010-08-07T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:17:24.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JURASSIC STYLE'/><title type='text'>JURASSIC STYLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, the highest expression of God is nature. I love nature and animals very much, therefore I have appreciated Spielberg's &lt;em&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/em&gt;, certainly one of the best film in recent times. There you&amp;nbsp;find a wise reflection upon the respect we ought to nature, a bit of adventure, and above all it focuses on the difference between those who have good intentions in life and those who feel love for life, making you realize that despite of making mistakes, we still have the chance for a remedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I had to assign myself a part to play in the film, my role would be that of the female tyrannosaurus. I admire&amp;nbsp;that she is the way she has to be, according to her nature, with no doubt about what could be more convenient for a&amp;nbsp;t-rex lady to do or not. She eats the goat with evident satisfaction. She then eats the lawyer, in an unceremonious way, a fact that can lead us to further&amp;nbsp;interesting considerations. &lt;br /&gt;But the scene I&amp;nbsp;would enjoy the most would be at the end, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black;"&gt;because it is thanks to her sudden and unexpected showing up that our heroes can be saved&amp;nbsp;from the attack of two voracious velociraptors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A female t-rex is no doll. Her aspect itself makes you tremble; it reminds you of&amp;nbsp;God's Majesty. A female t-rex speaks a language made of more facts than words. Like&amp;nbsp;common cats, but in a far more dominant way. Her final roar,&amp;nbsp;an unequivocal&amp;nbsp;signal of her presence,&amp;nbsp;can be linked&amp;nbsp;to what Ian had&amp;nbsp;said at the beginning of the film, that "life always wins". &lt;br /&gt;This same&amp;nbsp;certainty&amp;nbsp;continues to nurture my hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-8850025191170090407?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/8850025191170090407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=8850025191170090407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/8850025191170090407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/8850025191170090407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/08/jurassic-team.html' title='JURASSIC STYLE'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-7958747300772099112</id><published>2010-06-30T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:38:17.209+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APPEAL TO UNITY'/><title type='text'>APPEAL TO UNITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That the world is going opposite side of love, should not be of our concern. A sad but inevitable attitude, in line with Jesus' prayer in John 17:9. But while there's still one single soul on the way to be rescued, we must be able to reach out. God takes care of Power. We have to care about the other one. We must widen the horizons of our sense of consideration and unselfishness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is my appeal to &lt;span style="background-color: #e69138; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNITY out of any comfort zone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It seems that when confronted with certain issues Christians tend to withdraw. As believers we have two alternatives: sympathizing with the cause, or make the cause our goal by activating prayer that will lead into God's action. We are certainly part of the new thing He is doing, and now He is pushing us to act somehow out of traditional schemes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In order to ease the circulation of the Message, please give red light to criticism, and put on green light to the understanding of each one's position in relation with the chaos we are all in. We can still save souls across the dark Europe. I appeal to your understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The testimony of a German brother struggling with luxury, who was rescued only thanks to a couple of non believers, is no good visit card. We must go to the secular world. Never alone, of course not. Let's talk, let's get to know one another. I am talking above all to congregations, not to pastors, who often do much more than they can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A church intended only as a safe place for families, to me is no Church. We must &lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE, SHINE and GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-7958747300772099112?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/7958747300772099112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=7958747300772099112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/7958747300772099112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/7958747300772099112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/appeal-to-unity.html' title='APPEAL TO UNITY'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-1335836748162780260</id><published>2010-06-30T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:39:56.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APPEL À L&apos;UNITÉ'/><title type='text'>APPEL À L'UNITÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si le monde a décidé d'aller en direction opposée à celle de l'amour, ce ne doit pas représenter un problème pour nous. C'est triste, mais inévitable. Jésus même ne prie pas pour le monde (Jean 17:9). Mais jusqu'il y aura d'espoir pour une seule âme, il faut réussir à lui tendre la main. Dieu s'occupe du Pouvoir. Nous, on doit penser à l'autre. On doit élargir l'horizon de notre sens de considération et altruisme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Je fais donc appel à l'&lt;span style="background-color: #76a5af; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNITÉ hors du zone du confort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Quand les chrétiens sont confrontés par certains sujets, ils tendent à reculer. Comme croyants on a deux alternatives: être un simple fan de la bonne cause, ou faire cause commune en activant l'arme de la prière qui précède l'action de notre Seigneur. C'est désormais sûr qu'Il veut nous faire partie d'une nouvelle chose, et maintenant Il nous dirige vers une manière d'agir anticonformiste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pour faciliter la circulation du Message, SVP mettez la lumière rouge aux critiques, et lumière verte à la compréhension de la position de chacun par rapport au chaos dont on vit. On peut encore sauver des âmes dans cette Europe dark. Je fais appel à votre compréhension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le témoignage d'un frère allemand, proie de la pornographie, qui a réussi à en sortir seulement grâce à l'aide d'une couple non-croyante, n'est pas bonne carte de visite. C'est nous qui doivent marcher vers le seculaire. Pas seuls, bien sûr que non. Conaissons-nous, parlons d'idées. C'est un appel aux congrégations, pas aux pasteurs, qui souvent font beaucoup plus de ce qu'on puisse faire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Une église considerée seulement comme un lieu sûr pour familles, désolée, n'est pas l'Église. Il faut &lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ÊTRE, BRILLER et ALLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-1335836748162780260?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/1335836748162780260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=1335836748162780260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1335836748162780260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1335836748162780260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/appel-lunite.html' title='APPEL À L&apos;UNITÉ'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-979385811698861032</id><published>2010-06-25T15:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:43:52.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSO POSITIVO'/><title type='text'>PENSO POSITIVO. SECONDO DIO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi piace fantasticare su&amp;nbsp;come sia la gente che conosco solo di fama, naturalmente è solo la mia immaginazione, ma da credente prego perché quello che immagino,&amp;nbsp;la parte migliore di loro, venga fuori davvero. In quella stessa immaginazione il mio ruolo è quello di essere lì, come una presenza rassicurante. Ho smesso di essere una ragazzina ingenua e l'illusione non abita più a casa mia. Sono cosciente, ed altri ben più di me, che esiste il pericoloso rovescio della medaglia. Ma lo scetticismo non aiuta, e gli increduli saranno i primi a cadere. Pensare positivo secondo Dio è dunque frutto di una scelta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando sogno mi sento come Beatrice che va in soccorso di Dante, lasciando per un attimo il luogo da cui proviene ed in cui desidera ritornare. Mi fa paura la furia che sta per abbattersi sul mondo. Non puoi essere quello che vuoi. Non puoi far niente senza soldi. Una corsa assurda all'insegna dell'usa e getta. Meno male però che c'è un Padre buono che ci concede di mostrarci come realmente siamo: persone e non dei superman. Quindi di che mi devo preoccupare? Anche se sbaglio, ci pensa il Signore a far sì che le cose vadano per il verso giusto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ho passione per la musica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ho passione per l'azione&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forse non è molto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e in fondo mi sta bene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perché cammino in libertà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;non sono per l'amore facile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma all'amore sì ci credo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a quello che ti fa pensare all'altro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e così si incendia il mondo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contro la crisi delle crisi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a che serve la rabbia sfogata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a che giovano i ritmi assordanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando sarà il tempo, finalmente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dei creativi brillanti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;non solo tipi interessanti?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uomo, dove sei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei capace di osservare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chi vicino a te sta crescendo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vuoi puoi uscire da te stesso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;per ascoltare che cosa ti vuol dire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uomo, dove vai?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sei capace di vedere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chi coltiva progetti lì vicino a te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chi vuol fare la sua musica?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dovrai cambiare per provocare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;contro la gran truffa del mondo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ricorda!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la Croce ti sbalordirà&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-979385811698861032?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/979385811698861032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=979385811698861032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/979385811698861032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/979385811698861032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/penso-positivo-secondo-dio.html' title='PENSO POSITIVO. SECONDO DIO.'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-4085041867602875087</id><published>2010-06-23T16:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:38:41.874+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHAT GOOD&apos;S RELIGION?'/><title type='text'>WHAT GOOD'S RELIGION?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not understand what comfort one can find in religion. I mean, for example, the beauty of a sunny day among the Dolomites means more than any boring ritual. It makes me think of a Creator, not of any duty I should have. When I once was in despair I thought of suicide. When you have a serious problem what you need is someone to solve it and restore your peace of mind. God's Language is always LOVE. There are many different forms to picture God, yet Love, Resurrection, Grace... are even more different. Yet Europe still confuses God with religion. Is there anyone who has not heard about this important difference yet? And what kind of question is “What has God to do with it?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A further flea has been put in my ear: hasn't religion made the church a little too parenthood-minded? Isn't there the risk that the average solitary European errant sheep may feel like a fish out of water in such an environment? Haven't we lost&amp;nbsp;contact with nature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Religion never helped my parents. Religion will be of no help for the young to overcome their confusion. Religion is useless. So... what good's religion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-4085041867602875087?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/4085041867602875087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=4085041867602875087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/4085041867602875087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/4085041867602875087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-good-religion.html' title='WHAT GOOD&apos;S RELIGION?'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-5549600122308036203</id><published>2010-06-20T17:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:22:27.466+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LYING IS A LIE'/><title type='text'>LYING IS A LIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/VhXu9Fzu5RY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhXu9Fzu5RY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhXu9Fzu5RY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I here the voice of a mankind who wants to be free, which is right, but who has to learn to look up Above. Artists do not accept what is commonly accepted as “good” or “correct”, they want to be what they are, even when they aknowledge they are sinners. I mean, honesty is essential. That reminds me of the biblical “you should not lie” and why Jesus said to the farisees that prostitutes would go before them in Heaven. Prostitute is quite a heavy word. I'm dying to see these “prostitutes” go toward the Light. Begin to realize that your talent is more than a talent, and I bet with you that dreams will not remain just a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-5549600122308036203?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/5549600122308036203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=5549600122308036203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/5549600122308036203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/5549600122308036203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/lying-is-lie.html' title='LYING IS A LIE'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-2334622488711571591</id><published>2010-06-20T17:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:17:39.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA TRAPPOLA DELL&apos;IO'/><title type='text'>QUANDO L'IO TESSE LA SUA TELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sarò sincera: il nostro non è un paese che fa politica. Noi siamo sempre andati dietro i più intraprendenti, forse meno attaccati di noi allo status della famiglia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La politica ha sempre la risposta pronta: “Ero pronto ad onorare la mia missione, MA...” Ditemi se non è vero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anch'io sono stata giovane e fiduciosa delle istituzioni. Adesso confido più nelle persone che nelle istituzioni. Non capisco di cosa parlino i politici, ma capisco che è un linguaggio che non ha più senso. Per una volta che uno non vede un problema, penso che forse non se n'è accorto. Il che è umano. La seconda, passi. In fondo siamo teste dure. Ma la terza m'insospettisco, e comincio a credere che non si voglia vedere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma, come dicevo, ho ancora fiducia nelle singole persone. Più arrivi in alto, più la tua attenzione si concentra sul salvare la&amp;nbsp;faccia. Eppure c'è ancora speranza. La speranza di chi si vede invischiato in una appiccicosa ragnatela, e tuttavia può ancora scegliere. Di chi vede che può ancora fare uso della propria poltrona per il bene di tutti. Di chi si accorge in tempo della trappola dell'IO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;l'alba è vicina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;un nuovo giorno sta per cominciare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ma in realtà non c'è luce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;è l'incantesimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;il Figlio dell'uomo arrivò affamato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;quando il fico non aveva niente su di sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dio mio, Ti prego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;fa che in me si trovi frutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;perché il tempo se ne va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e il principe incantatore si avvicina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;una sfida dall'Alto ci è imposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Verità contro il gioco crudele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;io sono qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;aspetto il mio momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sogno che sto per arrivare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e lui mi dice: “splendido, che posso fare per te?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ma tutto sembra ancora in alto mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;troppe incertezze, forse troppe privazioni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;allora io dico: “ok! pronta ad obbedire!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ecco in sintesi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;la sfida della Fede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-2334622488711571591?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/2334622488711571591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=2334622488711571591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/2334622488711571591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/2334622488711571591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/quando-lio-tesse-la-sua-tela.html' title='QUANDO L&apos;IO TESSE LA SUA TELA'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-9108482580041516755</id><published>2010-06-19T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:51:51.785+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IL MIO MANIFESTO'/><title type='text'>IL MIO MANIFESTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PERSONA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il cristianesimo (c.) è&amp;nbsp;una Persona, GESÙ CRISTO,&amp;nbsp;che si dirige alla persona (anima), chiunque essa sia, qualunque lavoro faccia ed in qualunque situazione o paese del mondo si trovi a vivere. Il cristiano può definirsi tale &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;solo in seguito ad un incontro personale con Gesù, incontro che avviene in assoluta libertà&lt;/span&gt; e che apre le porte ad un percorso di trasformazione della propria vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non è:&amp;nbsp;religione, ma nemmeno politica, proselitismo, filosofia, tecnica oppure semplice bontà. E l'essere figlio di cristiani non rende automaticamente cristiano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ORIGINE DELLA VITA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credere in Dio si traduce quindi in una relazione in prima persona con il Creatore.&amp;nbsp;Dio si manifesta all'uomo in ogni area della sua vita, anche nelle piccole cose del suo fare quotidiano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Niente a che vedere con rituali ripetitivi confinati in una certa chiesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dio è prima di tutto Amore. Il Suo Motto è: “Non temere, fidati di Me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dio non è un ricattatore pronto a puntare il dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL VERO PADRE &lt;br /&gt;L'uomo è stato creato per relazionarsi con Dio come con il suo unico vero Padre, e non può dunque vivere senza Dio. Quando ci prova va comunque in cerca di qualcosa di superiore capace di quello nessun altro è capace: dare un senso all'esistenza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivere senza porsi il problema Dio è una menzogna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PECCATORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'uomo non è in grado di stabilire da sé ciò che è e ciò che non è (giusto, sbagliato, migliore, ecc.) e non è in grado di gestirsi da solo. Non ha il controllo sulle controversie internazionali né sui fenomeni della natura. Nulla può contro la morte. L'uomo può solo supporre di agire per il meglio, anche se in buona fede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non è: visione egocentrica della vita (ovvero l'io al centro del mondo), il dover salvare la faccia, mostrarsi spavaldi, lasciarsi&amp;nbsp;tiranneggiare dall'immagine per "farsi vedere".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBERTÀ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'uomo è stato creato per essere libero di decidere. Si rende dunque responsabile diretto delle proprie scelte. Il cristiano non diventa indistruttibile ma riceve la Grazia di una Luce fissa a cui guardare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evadere responsabilità e per giunta voler aver ancora ragione è un'illusione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PENSARE ALL'ALTRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il cristianesimo è mettersi nei panni dell'altro; prima ascoltare e poi parlare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ascoltare solo quello che piace ispira miseria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dare è gioia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non dovere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FUTURO PER TUTTI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cristianesimo vuol dire TUTTI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non chiunque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PERICOLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Genesi racconta che l'uomo è stato creato ma poi ha volontariamente disobbedito, permettendo al diavolo di fare il suo ingresso sulla scena della vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fatta la legge, trovato l'inganno! Ovvero: Dio dice una cosa e la fa; il diavolo dice una cosa e ne fa un'altra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATO PURO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dio ama, il diavolo odia, ma attenzione: non come l'uomo intende l'amore e l'odio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non è: sentimentalismo, buonismo, innamoramento che porta a dipendere dall'altro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ASSOLUTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'uomo si rode fra i dubbi, Dio sa. L'uomo arriva solo a supporre di aver ragione, mentre Dio ce l'ha sempre. Nello spirito vige la regola dell'Assoluto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non c'è via di mezzo neutrale, nessuna nicchia in cui nascondersi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRETTORE D'ORCHESTRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come un direttore d'orchestra, Dio è l'Unico che ha una visione completa delle cose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non è dunque possibile ridurre le&amp;nbsp;cose di Dio alla ragione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;VIVERE O MORIRE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'Apocalisse ci rivela ciò che succederà negli ultimi tempi e tutti sono d'accordo che siamo ormai giunti all'ultima corsa. Si avvicina l'ultimo momento, che vedrà un nuovo esodo manifestarsi, il che ci mette di fronte ad una decisione cruciale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non nascondiamo la testa sotto la sabbia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIA D'USCITA&lt;br /&gt;Cristo è la via d'uscita verso la Libertà, l'inferno la fine di ogni speranza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rassegnarsi è da codardi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Bibbia pone l'accento sulle intenzioni e sull'uso che si fa di ogni cosa, richiamando l'attenzione proprio sul comportamento morale dell'uomo, in qualunque tempo storico egli si trovi a vivere. La Scrittura è come una mappa che ci guida per la via più sicura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non è&amp;nbsp;teologia razionale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PROGETTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cristiano vuol dire sognare e coltivare il proprio talento. L'uomo non può stare senza il progetto per la propria vita, e sia ben chiaro che nessuno ha il diritto di rubare il futuro a nessuno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il politicamente corretto è una maschera. La ragion di madre dev'essere sottoposta alla&amp;nbsp;ragion di Dio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PRINCIPI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vita cristiana vuol dire vita secondo principi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Per piacere, niente etichette né&amp;nbsp;divieti da subire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MOTORE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il motore della vita cristiana è la Fede, ed è alimentato dall'Unico che veramente può cambiare le cose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allora non è vero che le cose non possono cambiare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;VERITÀ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Significa quello che è, non quello che si pensa debba essere. La Verità è quello che conta, e conta la Verità secondo Dio, non quello che l'uomo pensa essere la verità di Dio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mentire a se stessi, per esempio farsi andare qualcosa a tutti i costi, è uno stress inutile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ESSERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'uomo è prima di tutto un essere, poi un lavoratore o un padre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Le relazioni umane, compreso il diventare genitori, non devono essere&amp;nbsp;considerate&amp;nbsp;status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ARMONIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'uomo è stato creato per vivere in armonia con la natura, la nostra vera casa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In un tran-tran&amp;nbsp;casa-famiglia-lavoro non c'è spazio per assaporare l'Essenza della Vita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PENSARE IN GRANDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vita significa fondamentalmente tre cose: essere, camminare in novità, pensare in grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E la noia finì k.o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SALVEZZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nel c. la Salvezza non è da intendersi solo dal pericolo, ma anche e soprattutto dallo squallore di un puro esistere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C'è Salvezza fuori della chiesa, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;MA NON FUORI DA CRISTO&lt;/span&gt;. La Salvezza non deriva da riti: &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;È UNA SCELTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;di giorno copre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma di notte arde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e si vede ancor di più&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;un contrasto estremo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando Lui si ferma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;io mi fermo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando Lui riparte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;io mi rimetto in cammino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;giorno o notte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;non fa più differenza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dietro la nuvola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;marcio a vele spiegate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu mi prometti la terra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ed io Ti chiedo l'universo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chiamami, Signore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perché io voglio venire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perché voglio vivere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mai morire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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MANIFESTO'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-181529565243602751</id><published>2010-06-17T18:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:50:00.854+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PORTE DA APRIRE'/><title type='text'>PORTE DI COMUNICAZIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Più vado avanti ad intercedere e nutrirmi della Parola di Dio, più mi rendo conto della necessità dei cristiani di uscire dalla propria zona di comodo. L'Europa è un terreno agli antipodi dal terzo mondo. Là non hanno niente, e qui troppe porte stagne. Perciò per l'Europa tocca essere Europei al 100%. Con cultura. E un tipo di cristiano sovversivo, che rompa stereotipi. Il primo dei quali va rotto nella musica, che tanto impatto ha sulle masse. Dobbiamo ascoltare la voce dell'altro, lasciare l'altro esprimersi, anche se finiamo in situazioni che ci fanno sentire come se avessimo appena scalato l'Everest (non scherzo, vero?). Certo, l'altro si esprime coi mezzi che conosce... Non è forse stato così anche per noi? Le star sembrano privilegiate, ma dentro sono sole ed hanno bisogno di vere amicizie. Visto che al mondo sembra non fregargliene niente, &lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;DIAMOCI DA FARE NOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ricapitolando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Pazienza l'abbiamo capita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Fede la stiamo esercitando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vogliamo finalmente deciderci a &lt;span style="background-color: magenta; color: black;"&gt;DARE UNA MANO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Per comunicare bisogna parlare la lingua dell'altro, non presentarsi con un'etichetta.&amp;nbsp;Noi siamo lì per fare la nostra parte aprendo la porta al dialogo (il che ci riporta a quel famoso “Andate!” che disse Gesù, e che voleva dire "andate" e non "venite"). Si deve imparare la lingua del mondo per comunicare efficacemente col mondo, e per tendere una mano.&amp;nbsp;Poi le capacità logistiche verranno, perché nella Bibbia sta scritto “Chiedi e ti sarà dato!”. Ovviamente Dio, che conosce bene il cuore delle persone, e nel caso dell'Europa sappiamo bene a che tipo di muraglie ci troviamo davanti, lavora in noi in modo tale da risultare credibili. E qui casca un altro asino: il Signore fa cosa nuova. Anche se crediamo che&amp;nbsp;non saremo mai Mosè, dobbiamo aguzzare la vista sull'evidenza che non sono più i tempi di Mosè, e che perciò la cosa nuova è assolutamente necessaria e quindi dobbiamo aspettarcela. Io scommetto che se Mosè fossequi esclamerebbe: “Ai miei tempi era cosa diversa... Qui ci volete voi!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi esce là fuori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi non vuole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;restare nel suo angolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi grida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che la Verità è vicina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che cerchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cerca e troverai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mettiti in cammino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi vuole uscire là fuori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;per conoscere e sapere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e non si limita a restare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che credi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;non ti scoraggiare in quest'attesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tutto succederà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nel tempo stabilito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;esci e tocca i cuori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;di chi cerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e tu sai che ce la farà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di un guerriero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che sguaini la spada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che indossi le armi della Luce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;c'è bisogno di chi prega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;per i tanti bisognosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;avvocati, affaristi, famosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e donne in bilico sui tacchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che cerchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;perché credi che non troverai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;prega per chi un giorno è uscito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e non è più tornato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;il giorno arriverà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che il mare i suoi morti restituirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;la Verità non si mette in gabbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dura a morire è la Verità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;uomo che cerchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;confida in Dio solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;perché tu sei vulnerabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e Lui Immortale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;non cercare di sfuggirGli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma fa di tutto per incontrarLo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-181529565243602751?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/181529565243602751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=181529565243602751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/181529565243602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/181529565243602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/porte-di-comunicazione.html' title='PORTE DI COMUNICAZIONE'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-8109907929190094416</id><published>2010-06-17T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:07:06.861+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUOVI PAOLO'/><title type='text'>LA STORIA DI PAOLO RIVIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non ho la pretesa di dimostrare niente, al contrario: vengo a dire che il Signore mi chiama e che quindi ci sono anch'io. Non sono un'artista, né ho intenzione di diventarlo. Sono una del pubblico che si è presa a cuore la musica ed i suoi fautori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non direi che un artista sia veramente libero. Apparentemente ha il mondo ai suoi piedi, ma dietro le quinte sente di dover stare attento a far vedere che trionfa. Ed il peggio viene dopo, quando su di lui si sono già create delle aspettative, ed a maggior ragione deve far vedere che continua a trionfare. E la pressione si fa strada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Noi che non sappiamo, troppo spesso tendenti a credere a ciò che sembra, pensiamo che tutto sia sempre sotto il loro controllo. Io sospetto che la realtà sia ben diversa: è un sistema prestabilito che li obbliga ad assumere una certa faccia. Per questo credo fermamente che qualunque cosa Dio farà dovrà trovarci convinti e decisi all'azione. Ci vogliono strumenti di Potenza per buttar giù muri, e Dio non perderà tempo con chi crede ancora che le cose non si possono cambiare. È verissimo che non siamo Mosè, ma non siamo più ai tempi di Mosè, ed è al nostro camerino che adesso Dio bussa. Tocca a noi. Ora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paolo non era il tipo di cuore che si sarebbe convertito ascoltando sermoni alla radio evangelica. Ed avrebbe energicamente rifiutato un invito in chiesa: era contro!! Ci voleva lo Spirito a buttarlo giù dal piedistallo. Se vogliamo che i nostri eroi ce la facciano bisognerà che succeda la stessa cosa. Bisognerà riuscire a credere nella Potenza di Dio. Sissignore, anche di questi tempi. Intercedere, stare fermi, e vedere la Grande Opera. La vita è davvero una cosa meravigliosa, e l'amicizia è il sentiero da percorrere. Ma essere amico va ben al di là del semplice incontrarsi od organizzare qualcosa insieme. &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: black;"&gt;È una dimensione ben più vasta e profonda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ciao uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;che abiti da tempo in questo cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;da tanto ti aspetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;quando arriverai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;quando finalmente parleremo insieme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;io potrò imparare da te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e anche insegnarti quei balli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;su note che non hai mai conosciuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e quando finalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cavalcheremo insieme oltre il fiume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sai quante volte ti ho voluto cacciare via da me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sai quante volte ho gridato a Dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;che mi salvasse da questo futuro amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;che già mi fa soffrire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mentre non sembra mai arrivare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ragazzo mio, futuro uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sei tanto giovane e frizzante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;perché non chiudi la porta e te ne vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tu, che non sai nemmeno chi io sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ma no , niente da fare, tu abiti già qui in questo cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ti prego fai presto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;così potremo camminare insieme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e correre verso il mare, la collina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e poi il monte, il ghiacciaio, ed infine il fiume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sai una cosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;voglio che vai via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;perché di te m'importa eccome&lt;br /&gt;e non voglio che nessuno ti porti via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-8109907929190094416?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/8109907929190094416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=8109907929190094416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/8109907929190094416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/8109907929190094416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-storia-di-paolo-rivive.html' title='LA STORIA DI PAOLO RIVIVE'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-1001416460100323974</id><published>2010-06-17T17:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:38:24.828+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIENTE PREDICHE'/><title type='text'>NIENTE PREDICHE, PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chi si muove in nome di Cristo non è da considerarsi necessariamente un appartenente alla categoria dei predicatori. Anche perchè un prelato generalmente non ha&amp;nbsp;tempo di stare vicino a qualcuno che si muove in continuazione. Eppoi la vita già ci complica le cose da sola, ci manca ancora qualcuno che ti viene avanti con sermoni dando l'idea di voler farti da madre!&lt;br /&gt;Dal mio punto di vista questo "muoversi" è positivo, perché è sulla propria pelle che&amp;nbsp;la fede va vissuta.&amp;nbsp; Il muoversi, l'ho capito in questi giorni, è anche avere il fegato di&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #999999; color: black;"&gt;creare iniziativa dal niente&lt;/span&gt;. Gesù è venuto in terra a dimostrarci, in quella carne uguale alla nostra, che se noi vogliamo, il male non può sopraffarci. Esiste un Creatore che non vuole vederci ridotti a cantare ballate intrise di negatività e rassegnazione. Crediamo anche che è venuto a condannare il peccato nella carne. E questo rompe uno stereotipo importante: che il bene sarebbe un'utopia. Se davvero così fosse, non saremmo già in tanti ad essere usciti dal tunnel e quindi condannato il peccato proprio nel suo stesso quartier generale! Un po' come dire che uno fatica tanto per arrivare alla tal poltrona, spinto da ideali più che legittimi, poi proprio da quella stessa poltrona si rende conto che quell'ambiente è una gran porcheria. E allora s'impone una scelta: restare o andarsene. Achtung: siamo in tanti ad essercene allontanati. Quindi allontanarsene SI PUÒ! I signori del Titanic vollero spingere i motori al massimo per finire in gloria sui giornali. E invece finirono contro un iceberg. Da quel momento finì la festa ed ebbe inizio un'agonia che culminò in tragedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma 'sto Cristo chi era? Nacque da donna, nella carne, sotto la legge per poter dire “sono uno di voi”. Ed io, che credo e perciò parlo, voglio poter dire “sono come te”. E non credere che non possa dirlo. Non sono quello che gli altri vogliono vedere in me, non sono l'idea che gli altri si fanno di me. Non mi piace la chiesa, ne ho abbastanza di stare tra gente che non si pone grandi mete. Ma il punto non è la chiesa. Il punto è la vita. Pietro non assomigliava per niente ad un prelato dei giorni nostri. Era uno “di voi”, che si guadagnava il pane lavorando. Ma era anche uno che vedeva più in là del suo naso, e per questo non si è chiuso in se stesso a fare la sua musica. E tantomeno si è perso dietro depressioni abbinate ad antidepressivi. &lt;br /&gt;Uomo, dove sei? Componi la tua musica per andare al massimo, o la stai semplicemente sfruttando? Ti definisci un genio maledetto? Ma... tu sai cosa vuol dire maledetto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Artista, sei nato che il mondo già esisteva. Per questo hai bisogno di Gesù. Perché da Lui tutto ha avuto origine. E tu l'origine delle cose non la conosci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Il pittore e il sacrestano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;lo showman e la suora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;da lungo tempo si conoscono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;di certo una bella amicizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;di certo parleranno anche di Dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma noi siamo gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che tiene quella gente a distanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;come no, siamo brava gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pronta ad aiutare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma poi la porta si chiude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e torniamo ad essere gli stessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;poveri benestanti bisognosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;di occupare il nostro posto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e trovare ciascuno la sua via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sensibili e generosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma chi ci cambierà davvero la vita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eccoMi, Io sto alla porta e busso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;non sono un'eccezione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e non confermo la regola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;posso essere uno strano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma dobbiamo essere in tanti e poliedrici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;punk, hip hop, anticonformisti uniti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;i movimenti nascono sulla scia di note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;che la società non vuol sentire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ma Io ci sono e vado forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;e ti grido che il tuo problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;diventerà il segno dell'eroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;un nuovo Rambo e Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;non più stereotipo di un uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;chissà perché, sempre condannato a soffrire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-1001416460100323974?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/1001416460100323974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=1001416460100323974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1001416460100323974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/1001416460100323974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/niente-prediche-please.html' title='NIENTE PREDICHE, PLEASE!'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-3190434907168860178</id><published>2010-06-17T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:11:21.542+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA SPINA'/><title type='text'>LA SPINA DEL PERDONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La questione spinosa del perdono mi ispira che esistono evidentemente due modi di percepire il perdono. Uno è quello che ci hanno insegnato, che è più facile da credere, che più ci pensiamo più suona come un insulto, e perciò come ultima conseguenza non siamo neanche lontanamente disposti ad accettare. Neanche un santo lo farebbe. &lt;span style="background-color: #bf9000; color: black;"&gt;Pienamente d'accordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma l'altro è quello che Gesù voleva dire. E qui casca l'asino, come sempre quando è Lui che parla. Se Gesù l'ha detto non si scappa, non c'è altra strada da imboccare se non quella della decisione. Il che mi fa pensare che Gesù si riferisse ad una situazione più spirituale che terrena. Se Gesù l'ha detto, non è certamente un insulto, ma dettato da gravi motivi di ordine spirituale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se hai problemi di perdono, sappi che non serve a niente rimestare avanti e indietro, ti conviene fare di tutto per uscirne, e questo comporta che tu decida di accettare Gesù come tuo Signore. È come affondare dietro al Titanic, cerchi disperatamente un'uscita ma non sai da che parte sbattere la testa. Non pensare a che pesci pigliare, perché se vai a fondo finirai sbranato dagli squali. Tentare di spiegare la situazione non serve, è meglio gridare con forza a Dio, che se stai al mondo vuol dire che è Lui che ti ha creato, e che non vede l'ora che tu gli lanci un SOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;non mi ero accorta di te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;della tua voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;io ero lì&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ma non sapevo che tu c'eri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e non ho saputo assaporare quel momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;leggevo le tue rime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ma non capivo quanto profonde volevano essere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sono caduta, ho ceduto ed ho sbagliato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;non sono ancora arrivata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;non mi hanno detto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;che dovevo tirar fuori la parte migliore di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;quella che non sapevo di avere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chiedo perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;adesso ho capito che ce la posso fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a dire di no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ad essere quella che sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e non solo quella che altri vogliono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chiedo perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sono qui e ti cerco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;per andarcene via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;adesso sono qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e se ti prende lo sconcerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;resta al mio fianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chiedo perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e Tu lassù... ti prego perdonami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e la Risposta fu:... Sì!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-3190434907168860178?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/3190434907168860178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=3190434907168860178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3190434907168860178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/3190434907168860178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-spina-del-perdono.html' title='LA SPINA DEL PERDONO'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-783151901765188403</id><published>2010-06-17T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:08:03.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABRAHAM 2010'/><title type='text'>ABRAHAM 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LIKE ABRAHAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have waited very long just for a start. Not that God is far, quite the opposite. He is fully present. But I feel like still being on an island looking at the horizon, wondering when will the day come that somebody will give THE response to my left-at-the-sea message in a bottle. Not an easy moment. The question is always “How long shall I have to wait yet?”, and the answer is always “TRUST ME!”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all this long long waiting reminds me of Abraham's sacrifice, especially that he was determined to do it. Even if it seemed a contradiction. And that he believed God was powerful to make his Isaac live again. And that what God will make happen through us requires &lt;span style="background-color: #76a5af; color: black;"&gt;100% Faith on Unexpected Divine Intervention&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-783151901765188403?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/783151901765188403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=783151901765188403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/783151901765188403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/783151901765188403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-sposa-rubata-angelo-branduardi.html' title='ABRAHAM 2010'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-6799863071397830734</id><published>2010-06-17T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:26:46.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MODERN PAUL'/><title type='text'>PAUL'S STORY WILL LIVE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord calls me, and I only want to say I am there. I am no artist, nor I have any ambition to be a star. Quite the opposite: I am one of the public, crazy for music, caring for music makers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are artists free and happy? I don't think so. They always seem to have the world at their feet but maybe they too have it clear they must always walk in triumph. And once having become popular, it's even worse. They have to maintain that same triumph. And pressure increases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems they always have it all under their control. But I suspect the truth is very different: it's a preestablished system that eventually forces them to assume a certain attitude in public. Joe Pressure continues to be present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever God will make happen must find us determined to act. He wants people to&amp;nbsp;break down walls, and he will never waste His time with anyone who still believes that nothing can change. OK, we are not Moses, that is true. But these are not Moses' times anymore. It is our door God is knocking on. It's our turn. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paul's heart would have never been converted through sermons on the evangelical radio. Paul would have strongly refused any invitation to a church: of course, he was against it!! The Spirit was the only mean that could make him fall from the pedestal. We need exactly the same, and we need to succeed in believing in God's Power. Despite of these difficult times. Intercede, be firm, and see His Work. Life is really wonderful, and friendship is the path we'll have to walk through. But being friends goes farther than meeting or organizing some kind of event together. It goes farther &lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;"&gt;and deeper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-6799863071397830734?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/6799863071397830734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=6799863071397830734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/6799863071397830734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/6799863071397830734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/pauls-story-lives-again.html' title='PAUL&apos;S STORY WILL LIVE AGAIN'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-2290176568725627130</id><published>2010-06-17T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:38:50.278+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VICTORIOUS'/><title type='text'>VICTORIOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HI CHRIS(tian)! STILL IN YOUR COMFORT ZONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My inner life is changing a lot. I feel certainly stronger. I stumble and fall, but God still bets on me. I know we live in hard times, surrounded by the current society's poverty at any level. How can you cope with it when you want to live by principles? How can you remain indifferent while culture is disappearing from public medias? We have to face problems, most of the time personal problems that is hard to talk about, but there stands our decision, and now &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999; color: black;"&gt;we are probably being given the choice to come out of the tunnel steadfaster than before.&lt;/span&gt; Win or die. I don't remember who exactly said it, maybe some crazy conqueror of the past. But Christ won the world! In Him we are already winners! Winners who should start since now to make plans! Let's cultivate our pearls for the future. I'll pray for you, and please pray for me. Don't keep silent with your prayer requests. There's an exodus ahead in need of giants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-2290176568725627130?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/2290176568725627130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=2290176568725627130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/2290176568725627130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/2290176568725627130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/06/muse-uprising-official-video.html' title='VICTORIOUS!'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645207791497281013.post-4373336215217557238</id><published>2010-05-29T22:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:14:30.637+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXODUS 2'/><title type='text'>EXODUS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any uprising starts with intercession. We are expecting a &lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big exodus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus said something about Jonah's sign, the only sign that will be given to a bitter end generation. Remember the story? Jonah was sent to warn Nineveh; a single man was supposed to stand before an entire city. But Jonah was afraid, and tried to escape. After a time in the stomach of the fish, he repented and was delivered. When Nineveh heard God's message, a Miracle occurred: THEY REPENTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you Jonah or Nineveh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black;"&gt;If you are Jonah, start your march with no fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f; color: black;"&gt;If you are Nineveh, start to cry out strongly to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645207791497281013-4373336215217557238?l=prayandcare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/feeds/4373336215217557238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3645207791497281013&amp;postID=4373336215217557238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/4373336215217557238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3645207791497281013/posts/default/4373336215217557238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayandcare.blogspot.com/2010/05/kamelot-abandoned.html' title='EXODUS 2'/><author><name>Patrizia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394659312304686478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
