<?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-1138401640140197782</id><updated>2012-01-19T07:45:06.876-08:00</updated><category term='Medite nisso'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Devocional'/><category term='Gênesis'/><category term='Textos que me abençoam'/><category term='Elevos os meus olhos....'/><category term='Reflexões dos meus amigos'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Apocalipse'/><category term='Radicais'/><category term='Comentários'/><category term='Li e gostei'/><category term='Perguntas que precisam de respostas'/><category term='Relíquias'/><category term='Eles andaram com Deus'/><title type='text'>Reflexões</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>595</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6789906062281815599</id><published>2011-12-21T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:03:33.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Amargurada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; float: left" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-muVWj8-L35A/TvI3we8BrrI/AAAAAAAAHMw/crCdVHaY6QI/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;Seu nome era Noemi e significa “feliz”. Belo nome! Mas, quando retornou à sua terra, ela se recusou a ser chamada por este nome. Agora queria ser chamada de Mara. Este nome significa “amargurada”. Ela queria ser chamada assim porque era assim que se encontravam sua alma. Ela não estava amargurada com as pessoas nem com a vida. Estava amargurada... com Deus. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/12/amargurada.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6789906062281815599?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6789906062281815599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6789906062281815599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/amargurada.html' title='Amargurada'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-muVWj8-L35A/TvI3we8BrrI/AAAAAAAAHMw/crCdVHaY6QI/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4503355813167866879</id><published>2011-12-07T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:19:28.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Em que guerra estamos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iNnQGk8uQEE/Tt-8O0ThsrI/AAAAAAAAHME/kf4hqZ5AFDY/s512/image%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XhwjThdg_Vs/Tt-8P1k5AeI/AAAAAAAAHMM/04bi4hkm-L8/s512/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As potestades gostam de nos ver na luta errada e contra o inimigo errado. Elas gostam que nós vejamos no nosso governo um inimigo a ser combatido. Gostam de nos ver combatendo partidos políticos. Têm prazer quando entramos numa guerra contra representantes de ideologias e usamos as armas deste mundo para combatê-los. Gostam de nos ver nesses combates porque enquanto estivermos neles não estaremos no bom combate. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-que-guerra-estamos.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4503355813167866879?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4503355813167866879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4503355813167866879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-que-guerra-estamos.html' title='Em que guerra estamos?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-XhwjThdg_Vs/Tt-8P1k5AeI/AAAAAAAAHMM/04bi4hkm-L8/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2565439017019320380</id><published>2011-11-18T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:04:42.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Uma mente doente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-lNEAAuYHHhU/Tsa6Vb2icvI/AAAAAAAAHJ0/AnLxLgmYao8/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HUfptLX-V-8/Tsa6WVwywBI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/vWJJWoqHuK4/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Termos questionamentos é natural e até salutar para nossa vida. Mas, ter a mente e a alma doente é bem diferente e não faz nada bem para nós. Uma mente doente se torna presa a pensamentos que ficam como uma fita se rebobinando.Quando a mente está doente, não há resposta que satisfaça, pois, cada resposta gerará uma nova pergunta. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/11/joao-batista-nos-mandou-perguntar-o.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2565439017019320380?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2565439017019320380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2565439017019320380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/termos-questionamentos-e-natural-e-ate.html' title='Uma mente doente'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-HUfptLX-V-8/Tsa6WVwywBI/AAAAAAAAHJ8/vWJJWoqHuK4/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6020985545166452306</id><published>2011-11-13T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T04:17:36.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos que me abençoam'/><title type='text'>O peso da culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ibfXRbGWots/Tr-1W8CTp7I/AAAAAAAAHIY/6O92De13df0/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--BeufOhdxgw/Tr-1XyKtt8I/AAAAAAAAHIg/2kdXYYlNBmc/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A preocupação com o eu é sempre um dos mais importantes componentes da culpa e da recriminação que são prejudiciais ao nosso bem-estar geral. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/11/culpa.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6020985545166452306?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6020985545166452306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6020985545166452306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-peso-da-culpa.html' title='O peso da culpa'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/--BeufOhdxgw/Tr-1XyKtt8I/AAAAAAAAHIg/2kdXYYlNBmc/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5232124270950470903</id><published>2011-11-11T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:55:10.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>De boas intenções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Caae98jmuMU/Tr2Zukv-kLI/AAAAAAAAHHw/PPe5EV0yTOk/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aEplbQtL4wI/Tr2ZvYBZduI/AAAAAAAAHH4/Tg1la2Q3-f0/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Muitos são os que se desviaram da rota que Deus lhes traçou por causa de palavras inflamadas pelo inferno, apesar das boas intenções. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-boas-intencoes.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5232124270950470903?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5232124270950470903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5232124270950470903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/de-boas-intencoes.html' title='De boas intenções...'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aEplbQtL4wI/Tr2ZvYBZduI/AAAAAAAAHH4/Tg1la2Q3-f0/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5397288629216683868</id><published>2011-11-09T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:12:20.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A fé em Deus muda o curso de nossa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-_GDWbx-q42U/TrrQkNPapqI/AAAAAAAAHHQ/0Lz_kXXxjXM/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LwUJVRuLBD4/TrrQkwGQMgI/AAAAAAAAHHY/LRivvWGKAuY/image_thumb%25255B12%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; “Pela fé Raabe, a prostituta...”. Isso mesmo! Rodeada pelos gigantes da fé do Antigo Testamento, lá está Raabe... a prostituta. Mas, porque ela está ali? Pelo mesmo motivo que os outros estão: uma fé que agradou a Deus. Uma fé que a fez agir com coragem. Uma fé que mudou sua vida. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/11/fe-em-deus-muda-o-curso-de-nossa-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5397288629216683868?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5397288629216683868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5397288629216683868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/fe-em-deus-muda-o-curso-de-nossa-vida.html' title='A fé em Deus muda o curso de nossa vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LwUJVRuLBD4/TrrQkwGQMgI/AAAAAAAAHHY/LRivvWGKAuY/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B12%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4884550700864726850</id><published>2011-10-12T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:33:52.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos que me abençoam'/><title type='text'>O caminho do discípulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ynSBjErrQgo/TpWzXNj5RzI/AAAAAAAAG04/sypQzlqQ1cg/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-t05PLbz1dlE/TpWzXzwFW5I/AAAAAAAAG1A/fcCuKWlykgI/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Será que já renunciamos a nós mesmos de verdade, sem esperar ser elogiados pelos homens, mas apenas vistos por Deus, que saberá recompensar-nos publicamente na hora devida? Quando respondermos afirmativamente a esse convite do Mestre, nossa vida será protegida e frutífera. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-caminho-do-discipulo.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4884550700864726850?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4884550700864726850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4884550700864726850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-caminho-do-discipulo.html' title='O caminho do discípulo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-t05PLbz1dlE/TpWzXzwFW5I/AAAAAAAAG1A/fcCuKWlykgI/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3342281008617347555</id><published>2011-09-21T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T13:27:51.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Na hora do aperto, cuidado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-OGZWatRtAZg/TnpIwtkrjXI/AAAAAAAAG0g/81B53g8Mxow/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-J7xaeV60WEY/TnpIxp8_EzI/AAAAAAAAG0k/MCyk77_v8dE/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os momentos de aperto são uma terrível tentação a se tomar caminhos que não se deve. Os que ousam fazer isso, ganham muito do lado de fora, mas perdem tesouros preciosos tais como a família e a paz. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/09/na-hora-do-aperto-cuidado.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3342281008617347555?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3342281008617347555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3342281008617347555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/09/na-hora-do-aperto-cuidado.html' title='Na hora do aperto, cuidado'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-J7xaeV60WEY/TnpIxp8_EzI/AAAAAAAAG0k/MCyk77_v8dE/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3438178384728641542</id><published>2011-08-12T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:48:57.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Fazendo negócios com Deus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1X3nxuMaS5Q/TkVnhaeQhPI/AAAAAAAAGzg/7rvtvGa0f-M/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Rm8ecrhWFFg/TkVniOs31II/AAAAAAAAGzk/rc7EUsKcb5Y/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se servirmos a Deus a fim de que Ele faça por nós coisas que, se pensarmos bem, satanás também pode fazer, se enxergarmos em Deus uma espécie de gênio da lâmpada, que vai nos conceder os três pedidos, é sinal de que nosso relacionamento não passa de um negócio.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/08/fazendo-negocios-com-deus.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3438178384728641542?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3438178384728641542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3438178384728641542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/08/fazendo-negocios-com-deus.html' title='Fazendo negócios com Deus?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Rm8ecrhWFFg/TkVniOs31II/AAAAAAAAGzk/rc7EUsKcb5Y/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2423416735733250432</id><published>2011-07-15T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:38:21.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Crise de fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-6sFf2nZ6NZM/TiCXKahkdII/AAAAAAAAGy4/l9qC7tqQVkI/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-y9L5aa8W2f8/TiCXLGvILII/AAAAAAAAGy8/FV4weUj8ZOE/image_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Todos estão sujeitos a entrar numa crise de fé principalmente quando não entendem a forma de Deus agir ou de não agir. A crise começa quando pensamos que a mente de Deus é igual a nossa, quando nos esquecemos que os seus pensamentos são mais altos que os nossos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/07/crise-de-fe.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2423416735733250432?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2423416735733250432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2423416735733250432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/crise-de-fe.html' title='Crise de fé'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-y9L5aa8W2f8/TiCXLGvILII/AAAAAAAAGy8/FV4weUj8ZOE/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5239578531001743028</id><published>2011-07-11T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:20:27.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Entrega total</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_qOBa7E0f_s/Thu9d7UdnsI/AAAAAAAAGyc/i-PxdL4OQgs/s1600-h/image%25255B4%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bztPPp0RCY8/Thu9eslU0AI/AAAAAAAAGyg/X-Bihbh0kz8/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="96" height="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ao nascer, Jacó segurava o calcanhar de seu irmão, pois queria nascer primeiro. Ele era um suplantador, &amp;quot;Aquele que segura o calcanhar&amp;quot; (Gn 25.26). Durante toda a sua vida, ele tentou agarrar coisas com as mãos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/07/entrega-total.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5239578531001743028?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5239578531001743028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5239578531001743028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/entrega-total.html' title='Entrega total'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bztPPp0RCY8/Thu9eslU0AI/AAAAAAAAGyg/X-Bihbh0kz8/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8669817165668970299</id><published>2011-07-08T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:26:36.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Foi por minha culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-BElVH5lcSKE/Thdx6r38GxI/AAAAAAAAGyU/CMCQWG9bWTA/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sTDzkrH2Xe8/Thdx7bUORPI/AAAAAAAAGyY/gZfEhxdVAYY/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="73" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Poucas coisas enfurecem tanto a Deus quanto a desobediência daqueles que o conhecem. Deus é o juiz de toda terra, mas, seu juízo vem primeiro sobre aqueles que, mesmo conhecendo Sua palavra, não a praticam. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/07/foi-por-minha-culpa.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8669817165668970299?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8669817165668970299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8669817165668970299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/foi-por-minha-culpa.html' title='Foi por minha culpa'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-sTDzkrH2Xe8/Thdx7bUORPI/AAAAAAAAGyY/gZfEhxdVAYY/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8030866849284081374</id><published>2011-07-06T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:59:22.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O velho profeta estava mentindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-WtAzktcspt8/ThS_9UloHEI/AAAAAAAAGns/yCYzdpttlfs/s1600-h/clip_image001%25255B4%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="clip_image001" border="0" alt="clip_image001" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-r1ouW2RBIsE/ThS__f7r84I/AAAAAAAAGnw/CEC4Y5aqD2o/clip_image001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="94" height="63" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pessoas que se dizem mensageiros de Deus e possuidores de grande experiência também são capazes de sentir inveja e então, acabam se tornando mensageiros não de Deus, mas, do pai da mentira. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-velho-profeta-estava-mentindo.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8030866849284081374?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8030866849284081374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8030866849284081374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-velho-profeta-estava-mentindo.html' title='O velho profeta estava mentindo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-r1ouW2RBIsE/ThS__f7r84I/AAAAAAAAGnw/CEC4Y5aqD2o/s72-c/clip_image001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8941430081070524624</id><published>2011-07-01T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:21:02.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Nosso espírito não precisa envelhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5iOjQ54SpLw/Tg4BPqhZF-I/AAAAAAAAGj4/fqunCFLuJK0/s1600-h/image%25255B10%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oBfdovBP2S8/Tg4BQBDt1QI/AAAAAAAAGj8/t1VMwlTVRB0/image_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O tempo pode destruir muita coisa, mas aquilo que dentro de nós foi construído por Deus não será destruído. Nosso homem interior será renovado dia-a-dia e assim nunca desanimaremos da vida e só partiremos quando tivermos completado nossa carreira. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/07/nosso-espirito-nao-precisa-envelhecer.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8941430081070524624?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8941430081070524624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8941430081070524624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/07/nosso-espirito-nao-precisa-envelhecer.html' title='Nosso espírito não precisa envelhecer'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oBfdovBP2S8/Tg4BQBDt1QI/AAAAAAAAGj8/t1VMwlTVRB0/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2568094164097863459</id><published>2011-06-24T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:21:25.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Filhos - Flechas nas mãos de um soldado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-p4bJj0FZIS8/TgTjsnkvaVI/AAAAAAAAGic/es7l6VdmhaE/s1600-h/filhos%252520flecha%25255B6%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="filhos flecha" border="0" alt="filhos flecha" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9nGHikDD0jo/TgTjtG1wHpI/AAAAAAAAGig/RsWXUkgKpw0/filhos%252520flecha_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="94" height="81" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Muitos, ao se depararem com os desafios que todos os pais enfrentam ao criarem seus filhos, dizem que filho é dor de cabeça, é trabalho, é problema. Mas a palavra de Deus diz que eles são presente do Senhor e que são verdadeiras bênçãos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/06/filhos-flechas-nas-maos-de-um-soldado.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2568094164097863459?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2568094164097863459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2568094164097863459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/filhos-flechas-nas-maos-de-um-soldado.html' title='Filhos - Flechas nas mãos de um soldado'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9nGHikDD0jo/TgTjtG1wHpI/AAAAAAAAGig/RsWXUkgKpw0/s72-c/filhos%252520flecha_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1636609961874409117</id><published>2011-06-17T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:38:24.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Entre a unção e o trono</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Zu-k_vhTfmg/TfuRDDyHGOI/AAAAAAAAGhc/JpKC_EL-VDo/s1600-h/image%25255B5%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xB_KDx2IIe0/TfuRD0ORKwI/AAAAAAAAGhg/WDzU8DSN-eE/image_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="82" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Entre o momento de uma promessa e o seu cumprimento, geralmente existe um longo período de tempo, provações e situações que parecem indicar que estamos caminhando na direção oposta a esta promessa. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/06/entre-uncao-e-o-trono.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1636609961874409117?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1636609961874409117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1636609961874409117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/entre-uncao-e-o-trono.html' title='Entre a unção e o trono'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xB_KDx2IIe0/TfuRD0ORKwI/AAAAAAAAGhg/WDzU8DSN-eE/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4189103728370988716</id><published>2011-06-10T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:14:51.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Amigo de publicanos e pecadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1XPf5HfnZiQ/TfJkWsGw2dI/AAAAAAAAGf8/AfyE-oAv0SQ/s1600-h/image%25255B2%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MEBY-mWNpX4/TfJkX7uMaOI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6LEv4UUv1s8/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="94" height="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Senhor Jesus foi chamado de amigo de publicanos e pecadores. Quem falou isso, queria ofendê-lo, mas, não acredito que Jesus recebeu aquilo como uma ofensa. Ele não é amigo do pecado, mas, é sim, amigo dos pecadores. Na verdade, esse foi um dos grandes contrastes entre a pessoa de Jesus e os líderes religiosos de sua época. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigo-de-publicanos-e-pecadores.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4189103728370988716?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4189103728370988716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4189103728370988716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/amigo-de-publicanos-e-pecadores.html' title='Amigo de publicanos e pecadores'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-MEBY-mWNpX4/TfJkX7uMaOI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6LEv4UUv1s8/s72-c/image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2181531871434476642</id><published>2011-06-03T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:21:42.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Feliz na aflição?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rvUwSRtvZUU/Tek0Qv1I60I/AAAAAAAAGdo/ugzVbU1QxOA/s1600-h/image%25255B1%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 7px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ARqSFKslimc/Tek0RSjEZMI/AAAAAAAAGds/vyN1VHpEK0w/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="51" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nós fugimos o quanto podemos das aflições. Aflição e felicidade parecem ser coisas que não podem estar juntas. Mas devemos saber que toda aflição permitida por Deus tem um propósito. Devemos estar felizes por sabermos que a aflição produzirá em nós bons frutos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/06/feliz-na-aflicao.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2181531871434476642?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2181531871434476642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2181531871434476642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/06/feliz-na-aflicao.html' title='Feliz na aflição?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ARqSFKslimc/Tek0RSjEZMI/AAAAAAAAGds/vyN1VHpEK0w/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8000021527100212967</id><published>2011-03-31T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:46:22.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Milagres interiores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TZU8eg7S7DI/AAAAAAAAGQw/WnmlHrYBtTs/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TZU8fX2UVYI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/3QcgQ2whjw4/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="100" height="78" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Milagres que dizem respeito a esta vida, embora, segundo Sua soberania e amor, Deus realize, não são a prioridade de Deus e nem devem ser a nossa. “Não trabalhe pelo que perece, não corram atrás daquilo que é passageiro, busquem o que durará pela eternidade” (Jo 6.27). Um coração transformado é um milagre que durará pela eternidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2011/03/milagres-interiores.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8000021527100212967?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8000021527100212967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8000021527100212967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2011/03/milagres-interiores.html' title='Milagres interiores'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TZU8fX2UVYI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/3QcgQ2whjw4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4656298863266824822</id><published>2010-12-02T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:03:22.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Quando as plantas do conforto murcham</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TPffZxTC0RI/AAAAAAAAGIU/LghqtYIdGeM/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TPffaeuWjEI/AAAAAAAAGIY/HcnZNKGJngU/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;É o Senhor quem providencia certas coisas a fim de nos alegrar e tornar nossas vidas mais confortáveis. Mas, quando vê que estamos valorizando mais coisas do que pessoas, Ele manda um “bicho” que faz com que estas coisas murchem. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-as-plantas-do-conforto-murcham.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4656298863266824822?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4656298863266824822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4656298863266824822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/12/quando-as-plantas-do-conforto-murcham.html' title='Quando as plantas do conforto murcham'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TPffaeuWjEI/AAAAAAAAGIY/HcnZNKGJngU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6587494980082067717</id><published>2010-11-11T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:36:26.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Quem brinca com fogo se queima</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TNwplqw53-I/AAAAAAAAGHw/vyNbzwHvjL0/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TNwpmUjn_JI/AAAAAAAAGH0/JNLihKNMesk/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sansão nasceu por um milagre e tinha uma missão. Mas ele se afastou dela e viveu sua vida caminhando na beira do abismo. Ele brincou com fogo e um dia se queimou. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-brinca-com-fogo-se-queima.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6587494980082067717?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6587494980082067717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6587494980082067717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-brinca-com-fogo-se-queima.html' title='Quem brinca com fogo se queima'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TNwpmUjn_JI/AAAAAAAAGH0/JNLihKNMesk/s72-c/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7646544212943242329</id><published>2010-10-28T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:21:05.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Bem aventurados os pobres de espírito</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TMnNHDLQ8TI/AAAAAAAAGHg/R4b2qri4Mo4/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TMnNICFtYJI/AAAAAAAAGHk/EfkcHom33O4/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uma característica daquele que é pobre (e humilde) é a ausência de exigências. Por não ter nada, tudo aquilo que recebe é tido como lucro. Em sua fome, aquilo que pode saciá-la é bem vindo. E como ele se alegra com o que recebe, por mais simples que seja! &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/10/bem-aventurados-os-pobres-de-espirito.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7646544212943242329?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7646544212943242329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7646544212943242329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/bem-aventurados-os-pobres-de-espirito.html' title='Bem aventurados os pobres de espírito'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TMnNICFtYJI/AAAAAAAAGHk/EfkcHom33O4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5700249142785487888</id><published>2010-10-07T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:42:52.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Passado de vasilha para vasilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TK4GmDK6ZaI/AAAAAAAAGHA/Ol7CYev0u7M/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TK4GmwWLMkI/AAAAAAAAGHE/zwJwj9tjp68/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mudanças são essenciais para nosso desenvolvimento e aperfeiçoamento. Quando um vinho ou qualquer outra bebida não é agitada, suas impurezas ficam no fundo e quase invisíveis. Há certas impurezas de nossas vidas que se escondem e só são evidenciadas nas “agitações”. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/10/passado-de-vasilha-para-vasilha.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5700249142785487888?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5700249142785487888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5700249142785487888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/10/passado-de-vasilha-para-vasilha.html' title='Passado de vasilha para vasilha'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TK4GmwWLMkI/AAAAAAAAGHE/zwJwj9tjp68/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2604775585002145606</id><published>2010-09-23T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:03:45.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Quando as pedras não se mexem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJuyU0ffRjI/AAAAAAAAGGU/cwUkzO16eHE/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJuyoJTcGrI/AAAAAAAAGGc/MYlvVChDn8o/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Às vezes oramos e lutamos para que situações mudem e elas não mudam. Oramos e fazemos de tudo para que certas pessoas mudem, e nada. Essas coisas nos deixam frustrados e muitas vezes nos impedem de ver o que Deus mais quer fazer. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-as-pedras-nao-se-mexem.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2604775585002145606?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2604775585002145606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2604775585002145606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-as-pedras-nao-se-mexem.html' title='Quando as pedras não se mexem'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJuyoJTcGrI/AAAAAAAAGGc/MYlvVChDn8o/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-9062588154821744009</id><published>2010-09-15T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:07:46.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O vento e os degraus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJEZfnwp8pI/AAAAAAAAGGE/aCX5__veAhY/s1600-h/image%5B13%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJEZgYbgHdI/AAAAAAAAGGI/eXJiEoWQxtY/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duas coisas nos esperam: ventanias e degraus. Feliz é aquele que se prepara para eles. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-vento-e-os-degraus.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-9062588154821744009?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/9062588154821744009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/9062588154821744009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-vento-e-os-degraus.html' title='O vento e os degraus'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TJEZgYbgHdI/AAAAAAAAGGI/eXJiEoWQxtY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7873051721670489244</id><published>2010-09-03T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:21:02.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A última bolacha do pacote</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TIFWbP_E-sI/AAAAAAAAGFY/08XSq2SvtMo/s1600-h/image%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TIFWb1PlbXI/AAAAAAAAGFc/Tpp5_33wrjg/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para todo aquele que “se acha”, Deus sempre dará um jeito de mostrar que existe alguém melhor do que ele para quem “seu reino” será passado. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/09/ultima-bolacha-do-pacote.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7873051721670489244?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7873051721670489244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7873051721670489244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/ultima-bolacha-do-pacote.html' title='A última bolacha do pacote'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TIFWb1PlbXI/AAAAAAAAGFc/Tpp5_33wrjg/s72-c/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8983970504279787141</id><published>2010-09-01T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:22:36.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Reaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TH6Z6b6rsZI/AAAAAAAAGFI/xvnCyRKg214/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TH6Z6xPmaSI/AAAAAAAAGFM/kE1zbhPizVY/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muitos ficam prostrados pela dor da perda ou por outras tragédias da vida. Muitos são os que morrem juntamente com os mortos e se perdem com as perdas.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/09/reaja.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8983970504279787141?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8983970504279787141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8983970504279787141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/09/reaja.html' title='Reaja'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TH6Z6xPmaSI/AAAAAAAAGFM/kE1zbhPizVY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4773685127290119617</id><published>2010-08-26T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:39:30.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Os muros que nos protegem do engano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/THbC7mTb83I/AAAAAAAAGE4/JfRfL7diY-o/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/THbC8QQp6CI/AAAAAAAAGE8/nBrhUMlJHBU/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="54" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Numa época em que Jerusalém se encontrava desolada e com seus muros destruídos, Neemias&amp;#160; ensinou o povo a levantar muros não somente em volta de uma cidade, mas também, em volta de sua vida, muros de firmeza, proteção e definição. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-muros-que-nos-protegem-do-engano.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4773685127290119617?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4773685127290119617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4773685127290119617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/os-muros-que-nos-protegem-do-engano.html' title='Os muros que nos protegem do engano'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/THbC8QQp6CI/AAAAAAAAGE8/nBrhUMlJHBU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6268129885213067700</id><published>2010-08-18T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:33:10.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Tome cuidado com o que pensa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGxRkYwfTEI/AAAAAAAAGEo/tzLsHxn2bAA/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGxRlGrpDkI/AAAAAAAAGEs/c41os3EJnY4/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em nossa cabeça podemos criar um mundo irreal, onde estamos sozinhos, desamparados, onde ninguém gosta de nós. Neste mundo mental ilusório podemos estar sendo perseguidos, ameaçados, e até correndo risco de vida. Neste mundo virtual se pode criar problemas que não existem ou exagerar os que existem. Esse mundo imaginário pode fazer da vida de uma pessoa, um inferno.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/08/tome-cuidado-com-o-que-pensa.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6268129885213067700?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6268129885213067700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6268129885213067700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/tome-cuidado-com-o-que-pensa.html' title='Tome cuidado com o que pensa'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGxRlGrpDkI/AAAAAAAAGEs/c41os3EJnY4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-9146856727657573245</id><published>2010-08-12T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:23:13.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Estágios da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGRYLLAfrSI/AAAAAAAAGEY/K47bmNaAED0/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGRYMFAaHCI/AAAAAAAAGEc/xT3HYrLR-ag/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="59" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um dos símbolos que mais gosto no Tabernáculo é o que mostra o crescimento espiritual simbolizado em suas três partes. Vejo neles os estágios da caminhada espiritual em direção à maturidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/08/estagios-da-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-9146856727657573245?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/9146856727657573245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/9146856727657573245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/estagios-da-vida.html' title='Estágios da vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TGRYMFAaHCI/AAAAAAAAGEc/xT3HYrLR-ag/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5803575572636100708</id><published>2010-08-05T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:04:35.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Decisões a tomar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFru8Id6t9I/AAAAAAAAGEI/IRzuT93hft4/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFru9UnuMnI/AAAAAAAAGEM/cBrQLWEICu8/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As decisões que tomamos são responsáveis pelos rumos que nossas vidas tomam. Quem vê a vida com a sobriedade necessária, terá sempre o desejo de tomar decisões certas. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/08/decisoes-tomar.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5803575572636100708?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5803575572636100708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5803575572636100708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/08/decisoes-tomar.html' title='Decisões a tomar'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFru9UnuMnI/AAAAAAAAGEM/cBrQLWEICu8/s72-c/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1433031115823386320</id><published>2010-07-28T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:10:25.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O Propósito de Deus Ou o Meu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFDjDHzV93I/AAAAAAAAGDs/YvQ_YEQ_r0A/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFDjEAxtf2I/AAAAAAAAGDw/W_ilGrQAmtU/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O alvo de Deus é capacitar-me para a compreensão de que ele pode andar sobre o caos de minha vida hoje ainda. Se temos um outro alvo em vista, não prestamos atenção necessária e quanto baste ao que acontece no tempo presente. Mas, caso reconheçamos que o alvo é a obediência, então cada momen­to, seja ele como for, torna-se precioso e importantíssimo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-proposito-de-deus-ou-o-meu.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1433031115823386320?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1433031115823386320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1433031115823386320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-proposito-de-deus-ou-o-meu.html' title='O Propósito de Deus Ou o Meu?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TFDjEAxtf2I/AAAAAAAAGDw/W_ilGrQAmtU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6745517862156909963</id><published>2010-07-27T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:07:47.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Santidade segundo Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TE9Kn52PHmI/AAAAAAAAGDY/fp95Nrnc5Wk/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TE9KojKQMgI/AAAAAAAAGDc/dygYOpFSTDc/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Olhe para Jesus e veja o que é Santidade. Para Jesus, santo é aquele que não julga o próximo; que anda mais de uma milha com o inimigo; que dá a capa para cobrir o frio do adversário; que não passa ao largo quando vê um homem caído na estrada. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/santidade-segundo-jesus.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6745517862156909963?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6745517862156909963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6745517862156909963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/santidade-segundo-jesus.html' title='Santidade segundo Jesus'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TE9KojKQMgI/AAAAAAAAGDc/dygYOpFSTDc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4683195787732040188</id><published>2010-07-19T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:59:40.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Não beberei, porventura, o cálice que o Pai me deu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TER2Zw9g0cI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/ea4I61XwSdQ/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TER2avn7uAI/AAAAAAAAF7c/Swatos87i-g/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="58" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fazer a vontade de Deus e sujeitar-se a ela ainda é a mais elevada forma de fé, a mais sublime conquista. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-beberei-porventura-o-calice-que-o.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4683195787732040188?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4683195787732040188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4683195787732040188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-beberei-porventura-o-calice-que-o.html' title='Não beberei, porventura, o cálice que o Pai me deu?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TER2avn7uAI/AAAAAAAAF7c/Swatos87i-g/s72-c/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3626000406326008177</id><published>2010-07-15T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:07:14.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Golpes duros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TD9qbZ29mJI/AAAAAAAAF7I/ax2qJCarurw/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TD9qcBROmJI/AAAAAAAAF7M/DpfS0O7-kk4/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="71" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quando os sermões e os avisos fracassam, algumas vezes os pais decidem retroceder e permitir que um filho experimente as consequências naturais de seus erros. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/golpes-duros.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3626000406326008177?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3626000406326008177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3626000406326008177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/golpes-duros.html' title='Golpes duros'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TD9qcBROmJI/AAAAAAAAF7M/DpfS0O7-kk4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1084308632880980529</id><published>2010-07-09T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:27:40.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Veja como edifica sua vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDeUR4yZVGI/AAAAAAAAF5g/JLetFbgxfME/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDeUS6WtbjI/AAAAAAAAF5k/PyoHHNqF5J4/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="67" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nossa função não é construir depressa, mas cons­truir sobre o fundamento correto e com o espírito cor­reto. A vida é mais que uma simples competição entre um homem e outro. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/veja-como-edifica-sua-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1084308632880980529?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1084308632880980529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1084308632880980529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/veja-como-edifica-sua-vida.html' title='Veja como edifica sua vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDeUS6WtbjI/AAAAAAAAF5k/PyoHHNqF5J4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6976791720430838629</id><published>2010-07-08T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:59:37.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Os pesos se tornaram em asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDYuJZckisI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/1K5twIk_j4U/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDYuKOPxPiI/AAAAAAAAF5U/y2jUmT7N9dc/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nós olhamos para os nossos fardos e cargas pesadas e nos retraímos; mas quando as tomamos e colocamos sobre o coração, elas se nos tornam em asas, e com elas nos elevamos e cortamos as alturas em direção a Deus. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-pesos-se-tornaram-em-asas.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6976791720430838629?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6976791720430838629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6976791720430838629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-pesos-se-tornaram-em-asas.html' title='Os pesos se tornaram em asas'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDYuKOPxPiI/AAAAAAAAF5U/y2jUmT7N9dc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7973996074808468867</id><published>2010-07-06T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:01:31.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>“Que é isto para tanta gente?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDPf934NM-I/AAAAAAAAF5A/u0JGSOrgov8/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDPf-nJq--I/AAAAAAAAF5E/6XHSPXHiB3I/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="58" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As esperanças de muitos ainda estão cen­tralizadas não na bênção do Senhor, mas no es­tado de seus tesouros, os poucos pães que têm em suas mãos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-e-isto-para-tanta-gente.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7973996074808468867?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7973996074808468867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7973996074808468867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/que-e-isto-para-tanta-gente.html' title='“Que é isto para tanta gente?”'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TDPf-nJq--I/AAAAAAAAF5E/6XHSPXHiB3I/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2338631407309250160</id><published>2010-07-02T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:15:59.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Simplicidade esmagadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TC466_ZhvZI/AAAAAAAAF4s/poffespsIR4/s1600-h/image%5B27%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TC467h3j_1I/AAAAAAAAF4w/YwvqUOgC-uY/image_thumb%5B60%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="85" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A maior marca de Jesus era a simplicidade esmagadora de Seu ser. E isto o diferencia dos “Jesuses” e seus “temas” religiosos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/simplicidade-esmagadora.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2338631407309250160?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2338631407309250160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2338631407309250160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/simplicidade-esmagadora.html' title='Simplicidade esmagadora'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TC467h3j_1I/AAAAAAAAF4w/YwvqUOgC-uY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B60%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5547926247169105838</id><published>2010-07-01T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:35:23.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris - III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCzDx1vm_QI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/7uertiwB5os/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCzDyvJm6BI/AAAAAAAAF4c/5wP6syVxw1Y/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="59" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os relatos dos evangelhos sobre o Getsêmane mostram uma pessoa angustiada e em grande sofrimento. Depois do Getsêmane, mostram uma pessoa que, mais que Pilatos, mais que Herodes, está no pleno controle da situação. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris-iii.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5547926247169105838?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5547926247169105838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5547926247169105838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris-iii.html' title='Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris - III'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCzDyvJm6BI/AAAAAAAAF4c/5wP6syVxw1Y/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4941396386840431243</id><published>2010-07-01T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:18:55.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris - II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy_6wRX0CI/AAAAAAAAF4I/OYb2mbxHvi0/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy_7pk8NkI/AAAAAAAAF4M/GCFNoKegD28/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em Calcutá, Índia, as irmãs da ordem de Madre Teresa servem a quem são, talvez, os mais pobres e miseráveis sobre o planeta: corpos semimortos que encontram nas ruas de Calcutá. Algo me impressiona muito sobre essas mulheres: a sua serenidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris-ii.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4941396386840431243?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4941396386840431243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4941396386840431243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris-ii.html' title='Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris - II'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy_7pk8NkI/AAAAAAAAF4M/GCFNoKegD28/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6395645050480336941</id><published>2010-07-01T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:00:06.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy7guOaSvI/AAAAAAAAF34/yQ-gfjrzDrA/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy7hdRGUAI/AAAAAAAAF38/t9EwyPqOgcg/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Que tremendas pressões deve ter havido para impulsionar Jesus a uma atividade frenética, nervosa, explosiva! Ele via como ninguém mais a injustiça, o terror o pavor e a bestialidade. Mas, a paz e não a inquietação o caracterizavam. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6395645050480336941?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6395645050480336941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6395645050480336941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/caminhando-debaixo-do-arco-iris.html' title='Caminhando debaixo do arco-íris'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCy7hdRGUAI/AAAAAAAAF38/t9EwyPqOgcg/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1687280824820783490</id><published>2010-06-28T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T06:47:09.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Força para viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCin2O4BelI/AAAAAAAAF3o/dELAsV8YMhc/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCin3IsxFqI/AAAAAAAAF3s/3_fHV6UKFuI/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O Senhor é quem nos transmite a energia de caráter que faz com que tudo em nossa vida se realize com propósito e firmeza. E a força é contínua; Ele nos manda reservas de poder que nunca poderemos esgotar. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/forca-para-viver.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1687280824820783490?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1687280824820783490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1687280824820783490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/forca-para-viver.html' title='Força para viver'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCin3IsxFqI/AAAAAAAAF3s/3_fHV6UKFuI/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2763758978288514647</id><published>2010-06-25T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:19:05.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O medo nos faz afundar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCUPNb3r-EI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/GsQS4JjulnY/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCUPN9tWnqI/AAAAAAAAF3c/I9fePx8DqDQ/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quando sentimos que estamos afundando, vemos que é o medo quem está provocando este afundar. E este medo nasce do fato de nos fixarmos na tempestade que enfrentamos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-medo-nos-faz-afundar.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2763758978288514647?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2763758978288514647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2763758978288514647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-medo-nos-faz-afundar.html' title='O medo nos faz afundar'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCUPN9tWnqI/AAAAAAAAF3c/I9fePx8DqDQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7113370299897603603</id><published>2010-06-23T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:01:26.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Discernindo os limites - Fique longe de confusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCKEMsfzM4I/AAAAAAAAF3I/Udjx8SygUns/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCKENfTrScI/AAAAAAAAF3M/mIOz43XMtww/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os amantes da paz têm que conhecer seus limites e não se envolverem em coisas lhe tirarão o sono e lhe embaraçarão a vida. Para algumas coisas, eles terão que dizer “tô fora”. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/discernindo-os-limites-fique-longe-de.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7113370299897603603?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7113370299897603603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7113370299897603603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/discernindo-os-limites-fique-longe-de.html' title='Discernindo os limites - Fique longe de confusões'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCKENfTrScI/AAAAAAAAF3M/mIOz43XMtww/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3020129606475654248</id><published>2010-06-22T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T18:29:27.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A Inflexibilidade da Lei do Juízo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCFjc9iNL1I/AAAAAAAAF24/rziZJSKgb5g/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCFjdkV9D2I/AAAAAAAAF28/mEIrH2juTcc/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A base da vida é a retribuição. O salário que a vida lhe paga, será sempre o mesmo com o qual você pagou (só recebe da vida o que deu a ela). &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/inflexibilidade-da-lei-do-juizo.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3020129606475654248?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3020129606475654248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3020129606475654248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/inflexibilidade-da-lei-do-juizo.html' title='A Inflexibilidade da Lei do Juízo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TCFjdkV9D2I/AAAAAAAAF28/mEIrH2juTcc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-780297927169871980</id><published>2010-06-20T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T11:19:10.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Para onde irei?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TB5blmetjKI/AAAAAAAAF2o/cTlujn55IKM/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TB5bmwtYOpI/AAAAAAAAF2s/Bx9jp77v-yM/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quando estivermos em dúvida ou dificuldade, quando muitas vozes nos recomendarem com insistência esta ou aquela direção, quando a prudência segredar uma advertência e a fé, outra, então, fiquemos quietos, silenciando cada voz intrusa, aquietando-nos no sagrado silêncio da presença de Deus. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-onde-irei.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-780297927169871980?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/780297927169871980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/780297927169871980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-onde-irei.html' title='Para onde irei?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TB5bmwtYOpI/AAAAAAAAF2s/Bx9jp77v-yM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B11%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4648484190984219002</id><published>2010-06-18T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:35:39.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBuuZgxtegI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/DeWXXgEUYBk/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBuuassUDAI/AAAAAAAAF2c/bSPWjs38RXE/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="66" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A primeira condição da salvação não é conhecimen­to, mas o encontro com Cristo. Não importa qual o texto que Deus esco­lhe usar para esse vital primeiro passo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-encontro.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4648484190984219002?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4648484190984219002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4648484190984219002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-encontro.html' title='O encontro'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBuuassUDAI/AAAAAAAAF2c/bSPWjs38RXE/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4598148923741178055</id><published>2010-06-10T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:33:31.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gênesis'/><title type='text'>Isaque – Riso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBE-BtH29vI/AAAAAAAAF2I/6mn9nN9Q5ZA/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBE-CV46QmI/AAAAAAAAF2M/X5yPtI_GeRU/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seu nome seria um lembrete de que Deus tem senso de humor. &lt;a href="http://predmilson-estudos.blogspot.com/2010/06/isaque-riso.html"&gt;Leia mais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4598148923741178055?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4598148923741178055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4598148923741178055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/isaque-riso.html' title='Isaque – Riso'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TBE-CV46QmI/AAAAAAAAF2M/X5yPtI_GeRU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7670056786176210686</id><published>2010-06-08T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:53:42.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Cuidado com o comodismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TA70IAbmWCI/AAAAAAAAF10/_rS6IjLLKE4/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TA70JIhCs5I/AAAAAAAAF18/oFf6U05h7Vo/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="57" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Permaneça sempre determinado a conhecer mais. Se você não cortar as amarras que ainda o prendem em seu cais favorito, Deus terá que rebentá-las através duma tempestade e arremessá-lo para o largo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuidado-com-o-comodismo.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7670056786176210686?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7670056786176210686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7670056786176210686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuidado-com-o-comodismo.html' title='Cuidado com o comodismo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TA70JIhCs5I/AAAAAAAAF18/oFf6U05h7Vo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-974493380490205259</id><published>2010-06-05T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:45:38.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Deus trabalha no turno da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAr9vJXijkI/AAAAAAAAF1k/fbtLYcwIihQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAr9wOuPaMI/AAAAAAAAF1o/wbdRifRdQuo/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pode estar havendo uma grande operação em nossa vida, quando tudo parece escuro e nós não conseguimos ver nem perceber coisa alguma. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/deus-trabalha-no-turno-da-noite.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-974493380490205259?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/974493380490205259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/974493380490205259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/deus-trabalha-no-turno-da-noite.html' title='Deus trabalha no turno da noite'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAr9wOuPaMI/AAAAAAAAF1o/wbdRifRdQuo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2626407207711098527</id><published>2010-06-02T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:14:03.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A curiosa inquirição da vida alheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa7hvkxoDI/AAAAAAAAF1U/O7Ili4e8Ch4/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa7ihYpXKI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/91GT_uNTfgA/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não sejamos curiosos, nem nos preocupemos por coisas que não nos dizem respeito, pois, somente de nós mesmos haveremos de prestar contas. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/curiosa-inquiricao-da-vida-alheia.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2626407207711098527?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2626407207711098527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2626407207711098527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/curiosa-inquiricao-da-vida-alheia.html' title='A curiosa inquirição da vida alheia'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa7ihYpXKI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/91GT_uNTfgA/s72-c/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8926054690499961044</id><published>2010-06-02T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:50:01.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O florescer da videira</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa15bDbdUI/AAAAAAAAF1E/Le9JxN5mZUc/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa16MAdoYI/AAAAAAAAF1I/buFOx62wcCY/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como somos tentados a exibir aquilo que é impressionante aos olhos humanos, como uma flor a ser admirada! &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-florescer-da-videira.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8926054690499961044?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8926054690499961044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8926054690499961044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-florescer-da-videira.html' title='O florescer da videira'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAa16MAdoYI/AAAAAAAAF1I/buFOx62wcCY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1396262928680800942</id><published>2010-05-31T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:25:48.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Confiar em quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAPG5_auy6I/AAAAAAAAF00/cE0t8O4BqFQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAPG60k3lSI/AAAAAAAAF04/tTE-MqSwwyc/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se colocarmos nossa confiança primeiro nas pessoas, acabaremos desesperando de todos; tornar-nos-emos amargos, por­que insistimos em que um ser humano seja o que nenhum deles pode ser — absolutamente reto. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/confiar-em-quem.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1396262928680800942?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1396262928680800942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1396262928680800942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/confiar-em-quem.html' title='Confiar em quem?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAPG60k3lSI/AAAAAAAAF04/tTE-MqSwwyc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4608112105190944631</id><published>2010-05-31T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:42:06.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Como navegamos pelo mar da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAO8qTNI3uI/AAAAAAAAF0c/SPnwzZJ4q5s/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAO8rbciOzI/AAAAAAAAF0k/611WaNMAB5I/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há uma grande diferença entre as pessoas de idade que tiveram uma vida indolente, foram inúteis e indulgentes consigo mesmas, e aquelas que navegaram por todos os mares da vida e levaram todo tipo de carga como servos de Deus e ajudadores de seus semelhantes. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-navegamos-pelo-mar-da-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4608112105190944631?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4608112105190944631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4608112105190944631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-navegamos-pelo-mar-da-vida.html' title='Como navegamos pelo mar da vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/TAO8rbciOzI/AAAAAAAAF0k/611WaNMAB5I/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8847032171388294958</id><published>2010-05-26T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:00:20.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O cântico do poço</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_1vv2AaE0I/AAAAAAAAF0M/6QCAlYkU5Tg/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_1vw7wQLHI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Sm0uHDeEKKQ/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um estranho cântico e um estranho poço. O povo tinha estado caminhando sobre o chão árido do deserto, sem nenhuma água à vista, e estava sedento. Eles se reuniram em círculos, na areia, tomaram os seus bordões e cavaram fundo na terra ardente. E enquanto cavavam, lá veio um som borbulhante, um brotar de água e uma corrente que encheu o poço e escorreu pelo chão. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-cantico-do-poco.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8847032171388294958?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8847032171388294958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8847032171388294958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-cantico-do-poco.html' title='O cântico do poço'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_1vw7wQLHI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/Sm0uHDeEKKQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-178006303278161230</id><published>2010-05-24T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:22:14.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A hora da bigorna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_p9glvoB_I/AAAAAAAAFz8/RlZj5CYUJlc/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_p9hXeatzI/AAAAAAAAF0A/j_r_HiCVaBo/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="57" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um instrumento é útil somente se ele estiver na forma certa. Um machado sem corte ou uma chave de fenda torta precisa de atenção, e nós também. Um bom ferreiro mantém as suas ferramentas em boa forma. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/hora-da-bigorna.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-178006303278161230?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/178006303278161230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/178006303278161230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/hora-da-bigorna.html' title='A hora da bigorna'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_p9hXeatzI/AAAAAAAAF0A/j_r_HiCVaBo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1386738530810144774</id><published>2010-05-21T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T04:06:55.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Na escola da vida não há graduação</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_ZpSjod7wI/AAAAAAAAFzs/qB_x6aI6DHM/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_ZpTZGsmbI/AAAAAAAAFzw/goje8vdbx4w/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quem se sente “diplomado” faz perecer sua criatividade, pois vai perdendo a capacidade de ficar assombrado com os mistérios que a norteiam. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-escola-da-vida-nao-ha-graduacao.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1386738530810144774?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1386738530810144774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1386738530810144774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-escola-da-vida-nao-ha-graduacao.html' title='Na escola da vida não há graduação'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_ZpTZGsmbI/AAAAAAAAFzw/goje8vdbx4w/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7521986838909999332</id><published>2010-05-19T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:59:27.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Compreendendo o valor da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_RRK7lyeYI/AAAAAAAAFzE/MxJDVhPRL0I/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_RRLpDEXoI/AAAAAAAAFzI/7e6rKfGSFwo/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Toda vez que nos volta a alegria da vida depois de uma grande aflição, é como um novo começo; conhecemos melhor quanto ela vale e aprendemos a aplicá-la melhor. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/compreendendo-o-valor-da-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7521986838909999332?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7521986838909999332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7521986838909999332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/compreendendo-o-valor-da-vida.html' title='Compreendendo o valor da vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_RRLpDEXoI/AAAAAAAAFzI/7e6rKfGSFwo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1293985675590335881</id><published>2010-05-17T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:23:21.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Hora de parar e refazer as forças</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_H6FRFF6hI/AAAAAAAAFy0/u2Ifqamh0hs/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_H6GKQkLsI/AAAAAAAAFy4/qSO46j2mU38/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="58" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Às vezes Deus nos manda parar e refazer as forças, antes de prosseguirmos para o próximo passo da jornada e do trabalho. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/hora-de-parar-e-refazer-as-forcas.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1293985675590335881?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1293985675590335881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1293985675590335881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/hora-de-parar-e-refazer-as-forcas.html' title='Hora de parar e refazer as forças'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S_H6GKQkLsI/AAAAAAAAFy4/qSO46j2mU38/s72-c/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2221731633596665213</id><published>2010-05-13T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T09:21:01.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Resposta ao que pedimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-wm6YLE31I/AAAAAAAAFyk/UHVN-BLWfwI/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-wm7LKmKUI/AAAAAAAAFyo/iZJrNVwWZkg/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O caminho para a paz é enxergar na maioria das circunstâncias da vida uma resposta àquilo que pedimos e que são provenientes das mãos de Alguém que quer no ver felizes. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/resposta-ao-que-pedimos.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2221731633596665213?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2221731633596665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2221731633596665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/resposta-ao-que-pedimos.html' title='Resposta ao que pedimos'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-wm7LKmKUI/AAAAAAAAFyo/iZJrNVwWZkg/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3048051751830345758</id><published>2010-05-12T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:15:35.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Sei... ter abundância</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-sacZPYjsI/AAAAAAAAFyU/mJthF_SbxOQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-sadj5dkOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/cpWf8mkHYOE/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="54" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A prova­ção da adversidade é uma experiência menos severa do que o cadinho da prosperidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/sei-ter-abundancia.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3048051751830345758?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3048051751830345758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3048051751830345758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/sei-ter-abundancia.html' title='Sei... ter abundância'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-sadj5dkOI/AAAAAAAAFyY/cpWf8mkHYOE/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5288381903767465026</id><published>2010-05-10T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:36:27.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Vacas magras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-i0l7En2FI/AAAAAAAAFyA/vfViIQm8-SA/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-i0mtwmLrI/AAAAAAAAFyE/kOguaufF8mc/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="71" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se não tomarmos cuidado, os melhores anos da nossa vida, as melhores experiências, as melhores vitórias conquista­das, o melhor serviço prestado, &lt;i&gt;podem &lt;/i&gt;ser devorados por tempos de fracasso, derrota, desonra e inutilidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/vacas-magras.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5288381903767465026?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5288381903767465026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5288381903767465026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/vacas-magras.html' title='Vacas magras'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-i0mtwmLrI/AAAAAAAAFyE/kOguaufF8mc/s72-c/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4459799654939542851</id><published>2010-05-08T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:29:17.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Cuidado com a cara de coitado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-Yd-BTLATI/AAAAAAAAFxw/7B7eMR7LDK8/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-Yd_IRr9HI/AAAAAAAAFx0/-zU-OCuUhek/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As aparências enganam! Ai de quem se deixa levar por elas. Sejamos prudentes antes de entrarmos em qualquer aliança, pois somenteDeus sabe o que está por trás de uma cara de coitadinho e de uma conversa boa. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuidado-com-cara-de-coitado.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4459799654939542851?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4459799654939542851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4459799654939542851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuidado-com-cara-de-coitado.html' title='Cuidado com a cara de coitado'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-Yd_IRr9HI/AAAAAAAAFx0/-zU-OCuUhek/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2936948279211027195</id><published>2010-05-06T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:36:16.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Liberdade de consciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-NuikdhbMI/AAAAAAAAFxg/hAYciXpmoSo/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-Nujvc72qI/AAAAAAAAFxk/dNF2nZwK0kY/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="81" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Será necessário muito tempo para nos tirar a teimosia de pensar que, a menos que todos pensem como nós, estão todos errados. Existe&amp;#160; uma liberdade atuante em nossa consciência, capacitando-nos a fazer o que é certo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberdade-de-consciencia.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2936948279211027195?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2936948279211027195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2936948279211027195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberdade-de-consciencia.html' title='Liberdade de consciência'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-Nujvc72qI/AAAAAAAAFxk/dNF2nZwK0kY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1684071242060966689</id><published>2010-05-05T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:01:06.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Na carreira certa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-HciwacF_I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/K20c0aqV3CE/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-HckC43X7I/AAAAAAAAFxU/wgSgL_7r9FQ/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Temos somente uma vida para viver cá em baixo, portanto, nada melhor do que vivê-la na posição para a qual fomos designado. Só aí há satisfação e paz. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-carreira-certa.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1684071242060966689?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1684071242060966689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1684071242060966689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/na-carreira-certa.html' title='Na carreira certa'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S-HckC43X7I/AAAAAAAAFxU/wgSgL_7r9FQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4021951973636295517</id><published>2010-05-03T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:09:48.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Desobstruindo a Inteligência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9-B5EbmkDI/AAAAAAAAFxA/fcWxvw-Tdks/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9-B6X1uofI/AAAAAAAAFxE/EkkR6VU5VOY/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O orgulho gera muitos filhos, entre os quais estão a dificuldade de reconhecimento de erros e a necessidade compulsiva de estar sempre certo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/05/desobstruindo-inteligencia.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4021951973636295517?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4021951973636295517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4021951973636295517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/desobstruindo-inteligencia.html' title='Desobstruindo a Inteligência'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9-B6X1uofI/AAAAAAAAFxE/EkkR6VU5VOY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5110812003492899056</id><published>2010-04-29T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:30:50.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Desembaraçando os fios da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9pA06quhGI/AAAAAAAAFww/rWvrvC3ZZJ4/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9pA11Zt37I/AAAAAAAAFw0/s363X3Dd-G8/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Quantas vezes nós tentamos desembaraçar os nós que damos em nossa própria vida… Mas, há situações em que nossas tentativas para acertar as coisas só fazem com que elas vão se embaraçando mais ainda. Nesses momentos, o melhor mesmo é sermos humildes e chamar o especialista! &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/desemaracando-os-fios-da-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5110812003492899056?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5110812003492899056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5110812003492899056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/desembaracando-os-fios-da-vida.html' title='Desembaraçando os fios da vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9pA11Zt37I/AAAAAAAAFw0/s363X3Dd-G8/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5942307614411357469</id><published>2010-04-28T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:02:39.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>É assim que se caminha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9i9iMEuJgI/AAAAAAAAFwY/7bEDXwVRsrQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9i9i8Z_4rI/AAAAAAAAFwc/cJH32r0TD5U/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os membros de certas tribos africanas colocam uma pesada carga sobre a cabeça quando vão atravessar um grande rio. Esse peso os impele a caminhar mais seguramente e a manterem-se sempre em perfeito equilíbrio, com o olhar fixo no horizonte. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-assim-que-se-caminha.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5942307614411357469?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5942307614411357469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5942307614411357469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-assim-que-se-caminha.html' title='É assim que se caminha'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9i9i8Z_4rI/AAAAAAAAFwc/cJH32r0TD5U/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2247755659795451921</id><published>2010-04-25T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:37:46.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A impressão que deixamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9SL9fm4j4I/AAAAAAAAFwI/Q6E12V3WFws/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9SL-W2M7EI/AAAAAAAAFwM/YsLbwNRbehg/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="67" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em nossos relacionamentos, todos nós deixamos alguma impressão, de um tipo ou outro. Não é o que dizemos ou fazemos que&amp;#160; causam tal impressão, mas, sim, o que somos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/impressao-que-deixamos.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2247755659795451921?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2247755659795451921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2247755659795451921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/impressao-que-deixamos.html' title='A impressão que deixamos'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9SL-W2M7EI/AAAAAAAAFwM/YsLbwNRbehg/s72-c/image_thumb%5B9%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8841938979697760026</id><published>2010-04-23T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:33:49.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Medo e amor não combinam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9JKeQ1EDsI/AAAAAAAAFv4/5Ii7X5LeDAI/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9JKe3ImQqI/AAAAAAAAFv8/H24_x0NM2JI/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O temor e o amor levantam-se em antagonismo, um contra o outro, como aspectos da vida, como dois montes em oposição uma ao outro. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/medo-e-amor-nao-combinam.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8841938979697760026?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8841938979697760026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8841938979697760026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/medo-e-amor-nao-combinam.html' title='Medo e amor não combinam'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9JKe3ImQqI/AAAAAAAAFv8/H24_x0NM2JI/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5872714747148706190</id><published>2010-04-22T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:49:23.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Comunicação é Muito Mais Do Que Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9BFzRr1O8I/AAAAAAAAFvo/UyNi_-IZh-c/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9BF0Y_XgyI/AAAAAAAAFvs/i8FKLq5wPuM/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Existem basicamente dois tipos de pessoas que se comprome­tem em conversações: aquelas que querem se comunicar e aquelas que querem se mostrar. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/comunicacao-e-muito-mais-do-que.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5872714747148706190?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5872714747148706190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5872714747148706190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/comunicacao-e-muito-mais-do-que.html' title='Comunicação é Muito Mais Do Que Palavras'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S9BF0Y_XgyI/AAAAAAAAFvs/i8FKLq5wPuM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B15%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3198098455708388523</id><published>2010-04-20T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:56:55.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A vida é feita de escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S85bYntwh3I/AAAAAAAAFvY/KQtWXk2YxT4/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S85bZktJf_I/AAAAAAAAFvc/0hfeo8yk8dY/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vivemos escolhendo o tempo todo, entre uma coisa e outra. Algumas decisões são simples, até óbvias. Um mínimo de bom senso e estão bem resolvidas. Outras requerem um pouco mais de cuidado, e o conselho de pessoas idôneas é sempre uma ajuda. Há, porém, decisões bem complexas, que nos tiram o sono. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-e-feita-de-escolhas.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3198098455708388523?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3198098455708388523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3198098455708388523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-e-feita-de-escolhas.html' title='A vida é feita de escolhas'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S85bZktJf_I/AAAAAAAAFvc/0hfeo8yk8dY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7712049769449568711</id><published>2010-04-18T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:01:50.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Fora de controle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8u5iUWW1xI/AAAAAAAAFvI/2oXoXA1Umv4/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8u5jDfTp-I/AAAAAAAAFvM/LFamn8vgLe8/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="85" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Às vezes a vida parece sem controle e até mesmo os nossos mais sinceros esforços fracassam. Mas. ainda há algo que podemos fazer. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/fora-de-controle.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7712049769449568711?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7712049769449568711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7712049769449568711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/fora-de-controle.html' title='Fora de controle'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8u5jDfTp-I/AAAAAAAAFvM/LFamn8vgLe8/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5312744442296726274</id><published>2010-04-15T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:47:48.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O céu visto de um buraco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8d7cPviYQI/AAAAAAAAFu4/tdDDchBGZ7Y/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8d7c3qmcII/AAAAAAAAFu8/z60CDA3ajAI/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="76" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Do fundo de seu esconderijo, um soldado viu o céu antes de sua morte. Vivendo o horror da guerra e olhando aquele céu, o soldado lembrou-se de Alguém a quem estava a ponto de se encontrar. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-ceu-visto-de-um-buraco.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5312744442296726274?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5312744442296726274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5312744442296726274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-ceu-visto-de-um-buraco.html' title='O céu visto de um buraco'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8d7c3qmcII/AAAAAAAAFu8/z60CDA3ajAI/s72-c/image_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6382690330972750095</id><published>2010-04-14T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:51:27.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Vinho novo é para pele nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8ZG63PBNqI/AAAAAAAAFuo/Zo-KliSxV40/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8ZG7nUwOyI/AAAAAAAAFus/yQGFzwh8CZ4/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Você tem alguns odres de vinho que precisam ser jogados fora? Dê uma olhada dentro do armário do seu coração. Você não pode colocar uma vida nova dentro de um antigo estilo de vida. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/vinho-novo-e-para-pele-nova.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6382690330972750095?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6382690330972750095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6382690330972750095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/vinho-novo-e-para-pele-nova.html' title='Vinho novo é para pele nova'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8ZG7nUwOyI/AAAAAAAAFus/yQGFzwh8CZ4/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1070469463193176008</id><published>2010-04-11T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:49:17.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A vida não é apenas trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8J8GfLcwWI/AAAAAAAAFuY/u8sKfEG90as/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8J8HDhglkI/AAAAAAAAFuc/boYARQAnymQ/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A vida não é apenas trabalho pesado. Há muitos lugares tranqüilos de descanso em nossa caminhada. É muito grande a necessidade que temos dessas horas tranqüilas. E a necessidade cresce à medida que a vida fica mais corrida. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-nao-e-apenas-trabalho.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1070469463193176008?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1070469463193176008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1070469463193176008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/vida-nao-e-apenas-trabalho.html' title='A vida não é apenas trabalho'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S8J8HDhglkI/AAAAAAAAFuc/boYARQAnymQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5831249710744765492</id><published>2010-04-08T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:14:24.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Um furor hipócrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S74O6x6LXCI/AAAAAAAAFuE/Z0jzWfgNO5k/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S74O78E293I/AAAAAAAAFuI/kHui6W9ZXlM/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="95" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há um furor que incita pessoas a entrarem em cruzadas&amp;#160; e protestos contra isto ou aquilo publicamente, enquanto se pratica coisas piores nas câmaras e nos recônditos particulares. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-furor-hipocrita.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5831249710744765492?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5831249710744765492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5831249710744765492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-furor-hipocrita.html' title='Um furor hipócrita'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S74O78E293I/AAAAAAAAFuI/kHui6W9ZXlM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1289358159590242256</id><published>2010-04-07T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:32:20.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Não se defenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S71AK8IOETI/AAAAAAAAFt0/NhAN6LhJBv8/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S71AMi7Cs0I/AAAAAAAAFt4/wMV4KeI0skA/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todos nós nascemos com o desejo de defender-nos. Que é que geralmente defendemos? Defendemos nossos talentos, nosso serviço e, principalmente nossa reputação. Caso surja alguma história a nosso respeito, a grande tentação é de nos lançarmos na luta para limpar nosso nome. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-se-defenda.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1289358159590242256?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1289358159590242256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1289358159590242256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-se-defenda.html' title='Não se defenda'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S71AMi7Cs0I/AAAAAAAAFt4/wMV4KeI0skA/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5460666806737062033</id><published>2010-04-06T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:15:46.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>É preciso ter atitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7vAnoVrtBI/AAAAAAAAFtk/ff41wZt9lvQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7vAoZYyLVI/AAAAAAAAFto/wCvOjjMyPeM/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="60" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A luta contra as concupiscência é algo que enfrentaremos enquanto possuirmos um corpo de carne e osso e o caminho para vencermos as inclinações pecaminosas é ter as atitudes corretas. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-preciso-ter-atitude.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5460666806737062033?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5460666806737062033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5460666806737062033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-preciso-ter-atitude.html' title='É preciso ter atitude'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7vAoZYyLVI/AAAAAAAAFto/wCvOjjMyPeM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4290913534960666753</id><published>2010-04-03T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:44:46.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Lugar chamado “A Caveira”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7dGRzz8l6I/AAAAAAAAFtU/bANQkqNOiX4/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7dGTPfhBbI/AAAAAAAAFtY/HijrB-hPEHY/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="49" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O lugar chamado “A Caveira” é um lugar de conforto e consolação e nenhum cenário da história sacra é mais prazeroso à alma do que este lugar. Nele a luz emana do meio-dia-meia-noite, e cada erva do campo germina suavemente sob a sombra da que fora a árvore maldita. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/lugar-chamado-caveira.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4290913534960666753?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4290913534960666753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4290913534960666753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/lugar-chamado-caveira.html' title='Lugar chamado “A Caveira”'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7dGTPfhBbI/AAAAAAAAFtY/HijrB-hPEHY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3524491823261736157</id><published>2010-04-01T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:30:44.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Só uma coisa a fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7VWzhq-4oI/AAAAAAAAFtE/OxGL4K787OA/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7VW0gimqzI/AAAAAAAAFtI/rWC7ksvrUo0/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="54" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;quot;Na tempestade&amp;quot;, disse um velho marujo, &amp;quot;só há uma coisa que se pode fazer — uma só: pôr o navio em determinada posição, e conservá-lo nela.&amp;quot; &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-uma-coisa-fazer.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3524491823261736157?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3524491823261736157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3524491823261736157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-uma-coisa-fazer.html' title='Só uma coisa a fazer'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7VW0gimqzI/AAAAAAAAFtI/rWC7ksvrUo0/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-663194269722575132</id><published>2010-03-31T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:23:23.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Deus é feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7P1hFzjzEI/AAAAAAAAFs0/nsRXMPL0eOA/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7P1iQX8H8I/AAAAAAAAFs4/5jFpiiD3v48/image_thumb%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Você alguma vez já se perguntou como Deus se sente? Qual &lt;i&gt;é &lt;/i&gt;o seu estado de espírito em um dia como hoje? Você pode se surpreender ao saber que uma característica básica de Deus &lt;i&gt;é &lt;/i&gt;a felicidade. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/deus-e-feliz.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-663194269722575132?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/663194269722575132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/663194269722575132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/deus-e-feliz.html' title='Deus é feliz'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7P1iQX8H8I/AAAAAAAAFs4/5jFpiiD3v48/s72-c/image_thumb%5B27%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8764718537086164619</id><published>2010-03-30T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:28:29.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Cuidado com as raposinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7KlODShxqI/AAAAAAAAFsk/u0aJZkSAGtQ/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7KlPNYXG6I/AAAAAAAAFso/C1pZs6pSTrs/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="72" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como são numerosas as raposinhas que tentam destruir o fruto da vinha de nossas vidas! &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuidado-com-as-rapozinhas.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8764718537086164619?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8764718537086164619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8764718537086164619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuidado-com-as-raposinhas.html' title='Cuidado com as raposinhas'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7KlPNYXG6I/AAAAAAAAFso/C1pZs6pSTrs/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7258685334843102687</id><published>2010-03-29T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:50:08.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Considerai como crescem os lírios do campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7FKuQ02rbI/AAAAAAAAFsU/eXwz5KXL_JQ/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7FKvehC2UI/AAAAAAAAFsY/FJ_svfi0G-o/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ao olharmos a natureza, vemos que Deus nos deixou o lembrete de que sabe cuidar muito bem de sua criação. Ele que a fez sabe do que ela precisa, melhor do que qualquer homem. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/considerai-como-crescem-os-lirios-do.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7258685334843102687?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7258685334843102687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7258685334843102687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/considerai-como-crescem-os-lirios-do.html' title='Considerai como crescem os lírios do campo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S7FKvehC2UI/AAAAAAAAFsY/FJ_svfi0G-o/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-8809379196797705374</id><published>2010-03-26T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:40:47.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6zjjAdcurI/AAAAAAAAFsE/qObDSlPqxvU/s1600-h/image%5B9%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6zjjn1NyHI/AAAAAAAAFsI/cli2PIbqVgM/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="63" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O medo faz com que comecemos a acreditar no pior e a sofrer por coisas que não existem e que talvez nunca existirão. A vida de alguém assim se torna um tormento, pois, em cada formigueiro ele vê uma montanha, em cada sombra ele vê um fantasma. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/medo.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-8809379196797705374?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8809379196797705374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/8809379196797705374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6zjjn1NyHI/AAAAAAAAFsI/cli2PIbqVgM/s72-c/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-4079134467707455677</id><published>2010-03-23T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:19:05.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Não seja dono de coisa alguma</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6lPn3V4uaI/AAAAAAAAFrs/QWwVH6UuOwI/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6lPp6i76aI/AAAAAAAAFr0/AsUpSEGWOdM/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="80" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Todos os bebês nascem com as mãozinhas fechadas parecendo dizer: “É meu!” Uma das primeiras coisas que as crianças dizem é “meu”, com voz irada. Esse senso de “isto é meu” é algo muito injurioso para o espírito. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-seja-dono-de-coisa-alguma.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-4079134467707455677?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4079134467707455677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/4079134467707455677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-seja-dono-de-coisa-alguma.html' title='Não seja dono de coisa alguma'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6lPp6i76aI/AAAAAAAAFr0/AsUpSEGWOdM/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3670394037158204997</id><published>2010-03-22T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:54:12.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O Coração Ardente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gtT_j2pDI/AAAAAAAAFrk/fYVIVizudIo/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gtUtTzWAI/AAAAAAAAFro/ClAcEvPj-dQ/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="83" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O dia-a-dia comum, insípido, vazio, monótono, com tarefas e pessoas comuns, mata o coração ardente, a não ser que tenhamos aprendido o segredo de permanecer silenciosos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-coracao-ardente.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3670394037158204997?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3670394037158204997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3670394037158204997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-coracao-ardente.html' title='O Coração Ardente'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gtUtTzWAI/AAAAAAAAFro/ClAcEvPj-dQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-424382790483777630</id><published>2010-03-22T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:42:18.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Caminhar a segunda milha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gqh_cuJ9I/AAAAAAAAFrU/Bs_QeqlfrcM/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gqiQZ6EII/AAAAAAAAFrY/S6bl0kygELs/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se apenas tentamos fazer o que é certo, certamente seremos muito pobres. “Certo ou errado” é o princípio dos agentes e publicanos. Temos que fazer algo mais. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/caminhar-segunda-milha.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-424382790483777630?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/424382790483777630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/424382790483777630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/caminhar-segunda-milha.html' title='Caminhar a segunda milha'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6gqiQZ6EII/AAAAAAAAFrY/S6bl0kygELs/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-107316022052008064</id><published>2010-03-19T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:33:47.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Fraqueza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6Ql9lkDtYI/AAAAAAAAFrE/8ZCrgd8cegw/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6Ql-glzwGI/AAAAAAAAFrI/phnzBtfe-VQ/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="82" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há pessoas que gostam de viver perigosamente. Arris­cam-se em aventuras compartilhando experiências no campo do inimigo. Acham que jamais terão problemas ou sofrerão qualquer derrota. Afinal, são &amp;quot;fortes&amp;quot; e nada os atingirá. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/fraqueza.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-107316022052008064?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/107316022052008064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/107316022052008064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/fraqueza.html' title='Fraqueza'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6Ql-glzwGI/AAAAAAAAFrI/phnzBtfe-VQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-7547311722867126005</id><published>2010-03-17T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:56:26.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Judas, o homem que nunca soube</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6FeFuZ4W4I/AAAAAAAAFq0/fJxyvieRnw0/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6FeGR_j0BI/AAAAAAAAFq4/0MOEOMPOlWU/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Algumas vezes, eu tentei imaginar que tipo de homem este Judas era. Como ele era, quem eram os seus amigos. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/judas-o-homem-que-nunca-soube.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-7547311722867126005?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7547311722867126005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/7547311722867126005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/judas-o-homem-que-nunca-soube.html' title='Judas, o homem que nunca soube'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6FeGR_j0BI/AAAAAAAAFq4/0MOEOMPOlWU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-3425180374187842075</id><published>2010-03-16T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:13:23.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Procure a coisa no lugar em que você a perdeu: ela está ali</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6ACfS_82nI/AAAAAAAAFqk/0CR6VbxE2Yw/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6ACgX_srFI/AAAAAAAAFqo/JCQeKlmTIPk/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="64" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Diga-me onde você perdeu a companhia de Cristo, e eu lhe direi o lugar mais provável para encontrá-lo. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/procure-coisa-no-lugar-em-que-voce.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-3425180374187842075?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3425180374187842075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/3425180374187842075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/procure-coisa-no-lugar-em-que-voce.html' title='Procure a coisa no lugar em que você a perdeu: ela está ali'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S6ACgX_srFI/AAAAAAAAFqo/JCQeKlmTIPk/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6538787335548891547</id><published>2010-03-15T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:25:19.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O verme e o instrumento de trilhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S557fjz-d7I/AAAAAAAAFqU/cVpv05EbVSI/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S557gZVAXzI/AAAAAAAAFqY/DXNKvvQl7gg/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="80" height="86" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Um verme e um instrumento de trilhar são duas coisas contrastantes. O verme é frágil; um instrumento de trilhar é capaz de quebrar sem ser quebrado. Mas, um “verme” pode ser cheio de força e tomar-se um instruemtno de trilhar, capaz de exercer uma influência marcante sobre a história. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-verme-e-o-trilho.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6538787335548891547?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6538787335548891547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6538787335548891547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-verme-e-o-instrumento-de-trilhar.html' title='O verme e o instrumento de trilhar'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S557gZVAXzI/AAAAAAAAFqY/DXNKvvQl7gg/s72-c/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-852181944513511624</id><published>2010-03-13T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:31:51.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A preocupação estrangula a mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5wSU02Zf_I/AAAAAAAAFqE/G7-_zRg2cSE/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5wSVmgGqMI/AAAAAAAAFqI/Bbd21ut-aLE/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="102" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A palavra inglesa &lt;i&gt;worry &lt;/i&gt;(trad. “preocupar-se”) vem de um antigo termo, &lt;i&gt;wyrgan&lt;/i&gt;, que significa “sufocar” ou “estrangular”. Isto é apropriado, uma vez que a preocupação estrangula a mente, que é o lugar das nossas emoções. A palavra até mesmo se encaixa no sentido de um ataque de pânico. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/preocupacao-estrangula-mente.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-852181944513511624?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/852181944513511624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/852181944513511624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/preocupacao-estrangula-mente.html' title='A preocupação estrangula a mente'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5wSVmgGqMI/AAAAAAAAFqI/Bbd21ut-aLE/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2535619724438937063</id><published>2010-03-11T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:57:09.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Diferentes tipos de cansaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5lZITHrLEI/AAAAAAAAFp0/jvPRsMZeBNM/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5lZJNGwL2I/AAAAAAAAFp4/cB3eOEKgsjo/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="57" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Há diversos tipos de cansaço físico e para cada um deles há uma maneira de lidarmos. Há tipos de cansaços honrosos, outros, nem tanto. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/diferentes-tipos-de-cansaco.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2535619724438937063?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2535619724438937063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2535619724438937063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/diferentes-tipos-de-cansaco.html' title='Diferentes tipos de cansaço'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5lZJNGwL2I/AAAAAAAAFp4/cB3eOEKgsjo/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-6643007107131160352</id><published>2010-03-10T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:01:47.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Os andaimes da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5gUDkHKPoI/AAAAAAAAFpk/qsnglc5qNwo/s1600-h/image%5B7%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5gUEZg17VI/AAAAAAAAFpo/gaVl2cC2tCw/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="63" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os andaimes formam as construções. Os momen­tos, os dias e os anos de nossas vidas terrenas são anda­imes. O que estamos construindo neles? &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-andaimes-da-vida.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-6643007107131160352?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6643007107131160352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/6643007107131160352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-andaimes-da-vida.html' title='Os andaimes da vida'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5gUEZg17VI/AAAAAAAAFpo/gaVl2cC2tCw/s72-c/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-1137127123180735435</id><published>2010-03-09T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:57:56.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Publicanos e fariseus: filhos da mesma mãe e do mesmo pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5a2RKx5CrI/AAAAAAAAFpU/kOBqgX522i4/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5a2U-5c28I/AAAAAAAAFpY/SFyEMSMMLUI/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;A culpa tende a gerar duas tendências na alma. Ou ela vai para o pólo “coerente” com o estado de transgressão pelo qual a pessoa se sente culpada, ou, então, leva a alma para o pólo oposto, fazendo da própria transgressão e da culpa um dado moral para os outros. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/publicanos-e-fariseus-filhos-da-mesma.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-1137127123180735435?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1137127123180735435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/1137127123180735435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/publicanos-e-fariseus-filhos-da-mesma.html' title='Publicanos e fariseus: filhos da mesma mãe e do mesmo pai'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5a2U-5c28I/AAAAAAAAFpY/SFyEMSMMLUI/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-839981658198915712</id><published>2010-03-08T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:26:43.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O segredo do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5Vrjx7sIgI/AAAAAAAAFpE/TGufN3ktaPE/s1600-h/image%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5VrkQvypSI/AAAAAAAAFpI/ibyLIFKfXSQ/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="59" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Provavelmente todos nós conviveríamos melhor com aqueles em nossa volta – cônjuges, amigos, membros da família, companheiros de trabalho – se conseguíssemos adotar alegremente uma atitude positiva em relação às nossas incompatibilidade e diferenças! &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-do-amor.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-839981658198915712?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/839981658198915712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/839981658198915712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-do-amor.html' title='O segredo do amor'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5VrkQvypSI/AAAAAAAAFpI/ibyLIFKfXSQ/s72-c/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-2147814724424115411</id><published>2010-03-07T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:05:28.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Algo maior que a morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5RbZJHZwzI/AAAAAAAAFo0/diBhjAJ10hI/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5RbZ2YX20I/AAAAAAAAFo4/UNGCJXsGeMY/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="57" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Certas perdas tornam algumas pessoas retraidas e reclusas. Elas se resignam. Essas pessoas desitem de viver e deixam o jardim de suas vidas se tornar uma selva. O homem dever ter algo maior do que a morte... ou a morte o pega. &lt;a href="http://reflexoes-posts.blogspot.com/2010/03/algo-maior-que-morte.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-2147814724424115411?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2147814724424115411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/2147814724424115411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/algo-maior-que-morte.html' title='Algo maior que a morte'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5RbZ2YX20I/AAAAAAAAFo4/UNGCJXsGeMY/s72-c/image_thumb%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138401640140197782.post-5695313133309923002</id><published>2010-03-05T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:54:37.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas que precisam de respostas'/><title type='text'>A ressurreição de Cristo: milagre ou farsa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5Gwy_uGQGI/AAAAAAAAFog/QbEegb_9_rQ/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5Gwzm9gaGI/AAAAAAAAFoo/O-RXKbR8ZkU/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="84" height="62" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seria a ressurreição de Cristo o maior milagre da história ou uma farsa bem elaborada? &lt;a href="http://predmilson-perguntas.blogspot.com/2010/03/cinco-provas-simples-da-ressurreicao-de.html"&gt;Leia mais…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138401640140197782-5695313133309923002?l=predmilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5695313133309923002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138401640140197782/posts/default/5695313133309923002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://predmilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/ressurreicao-de-cristo-milagre-ou-farsa.html' title='A ressurreição de Cristo: milagre ou farsa?'/><author><name>Pr Edmilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13954153141152317805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/Ssa4KD_isnI/AAAAAAAAFG4/EgnjoPx3BqQ/S220/100_5008aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_sBwX6_f8cgs/S5Gwzm9gaGI/AAAAAAAAFoo/O-RXKbR8ZkU/s72-c/image_thumb%5B10%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
