Sunday, July 19, 2026

Sermon for the Seventh Sunday after Trinity Text: Hebrews 13:1–3 (with the Gospel of the Day: John 6:1–15)

 

A Royal Priesthood of Love and Compassion




Introduction (1 minute)

In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Dearly beloved,

The Collect for this Sunday petitions the Lord, "the author and giver of all good things," to "graft in our hearts the love of thy Name" and to "nourish us with all goodness." It is a prayer for growth—for love to be implanted, and for goodness to be nourished within us.

Our Epistle from Hebrews gives us the practical shape that this nourished goodness must take—a call to radical, tangible love. And our Gospel, the feeding of the five thousand, shows us the source and the pattern of that love.

We are to be a people who love not in word only, but in deed and in truth.


I. A Love That Continues (3 minutes)

The writer of Hebrews begins with a simple yet profound command: "Let brotherly love continue" (Hebrews 13:1). This is not a suggestion for the spiritually elite—it is the foundation of the Christian life.

In the early church, this "brotherly love"—the Greek word is philadelphia—was the most powerful apologetic for the faith. The pagan world looked on in astonishment and said, "See how these Christians love one another!" It was a love so radical that believers would sell themselves into slavery to ransom their brethren. This is the love we are called to continue in.

But this love is not meant to be an abstract feeling—it is a tangible reality. The writer immediately gives us two specific, actionable commands that flow from brotherly love:

First: "Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers" (v. 2).

In the ancient world, inns were dangerous and morally corrupt. For traveling believers, hospitality wasn't a social nicety—it was an act of survival. The writer urges us to welcome the stranger, the foreigner, the one we don't know. Why? Because "by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it." He points us to Abraham and Lot, who unknowingly welcomed heavenly messengers. The implication is striking: in every stranger who arrives at our door, we might be encountering a messenger of God. And even if they are not an angel, they are a person for whom Christ died.

Second: "Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison" (v. 3).

This is empathy incarnate—not simply sending a card or offering a distant prayer. It is identification. We are to remember those who suffer as if we are suffering alongside them. The early Christians were known for visiting and even ransoming their brothers and sisters from prison—so radical that it concerned Roman authorities. This command reminds us that the church is one body. When one member suffers, we all suffer. We are bound together, not by blood or nationality, but by the blood of Christ.


II. The Source of Our Compassion: The Feeding of the Multitude (3.5 minutes)

If Hebrews calls us to this radical love, the Gospel from John 6 shows us the power that makes it possible. Here we see Christ, the "author and giver of all good things," in action.

A great multitude has followed Jesus for so long that they are physically starving in a desolate place with no food. The disciples see only the problem: two hundred pennyworth of bread is not enough, and there is nothing here but a lad with five barley loaves and two small fishes.

This is our situation. We are like Philip and Andrew, looking at our own resources and feeling overwhelmed. Our love is meager. Our capacity to show hospitality is limited. Our ability to ease suffering is like a single fish in a sea of need.

But Jesus acts. He takes the meager offering, gives thanks, and distributes it. And they all ate and were satisfied. The remnants alone filled twelve baskets—more than they started with.

What does this miracle tell us?


First: Jesus Sees the Need. He looked up and saw the great company coming to him. He is not indifferent to human suffering. His compassion is not a distant pity—it is an active, moving force. He sees the crowds in our city, the forgotten in our communities, and He has compassion.

Second: He Uses Our Small Gifts. Jesus does not create the bread from nothing. He uses the boy's offering. The Lord of all power asks us for the little we have. Is it your time? Your resources? A simple willingness to open your home or visit the prisoner? You may feel your offering is insignificant, but in the hands of Jesus, it is enough. He blesses it, breaks it, and multiplies it.

Third: We Are the Instruments. Jesus distributed the bread through the disciples. We are the hands and feet of Christ. He is the one who satisfies the soul, but He chooses to use us as His instruments to satisfy physical needs. Our acts of hospitality are the "distribution" of the bread of life to a hungry world.


III. Living the Heavenly Hospitality (2.5 minutes)

So, how do we live this out? The Epistle and Gospel together give us the answer.

Our worship is not confined to this building. The sacrifice that pleases God is not the blood of bulls and goats, but the sacrifice of praise and of doing good, of sharing with others. When we practice hospitality to strangers, we are offering a sacrifice to God. When we visit those in prison and identify with the suffering, we are continuing the work of Christ.

Take the lesson of the miracle with you. The Lord took the bread, gave thanks, and broke it. This is the same pattern of the Eucharist. In this Holy Meal, we are fed by the true Bread from Heaven. And just as the disciples were fed first and then sent out to feed others, we are strengthened by the Word and Sacrament to go out and show a love that continues. We are fed by God's goodness so that we can become conduits of His goodness to the world.


Conclusion (2 minutes)

Brothers and sisters, let us not be a people who hoard our resources, our time, or our comfort. Let us be a people who are "ready to die for each other," who open our homes and our hearts.

Let us remember the strangers, the foreigners, the marginalized. Let us not forget the prisoners, the sick, and the persecuted. For in doing so, we are not just showing kindness—we are showing our kinship with Christ.

The world will not be won to the Gospel by our arguments, but by our love. It will ask, as it did in the first century, "See how they love one another?"

Consider this week: Who is the stranger in your path? Who is the prisoner—whether literally imprisoned or imprisoned by sickness, loneliness, or grief—that you are called to remember?

Practical Challenge: Before you leave today, identify one specific person God is calling you to show this love to. Perhaps it is a neighbor you've never welcomed. Perhaps it is a shut-in you can visit or call. Perhaps it is someone suffering that you can pray for daily.

Christ sees you. Christ gives you His Spirit. Christ invites you to bring your small offering—and He will multiply it.

Let us go forth from this place, nourished by the Word, ready to be broken and multiplied for the sake of the world, for the glory of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

 


Friday, July 17, 2026

Night Blessing with some Chosen Irony – in English and Portuguese

A Night Blessing for the Chosen (and the Exhausted)

Look down from heaven, Lord—if You can bear to see the mess we’ve made of the day. Your holy habitation, that glorious place, seems terribly far from this kitchen where the dishes are still unwashed. Isaiah asks, “Where is Your zeal and Your might?” Frankly, we’ve been asking the same thing since 3 p.m. But maybe the question isn’t where You are, but where we have wandered. You promised not to leave us orphans—Jesus, the Word made flesh, swore He would come to us. And yet, here we are, feeling distinctly fatherless in the face of our own failures.

And still, the sermon rings in our ears: You are chosen. Now act like it. Chosen. Not for ease. Not for a life free of frustration or flat tires or water outage. Chosen like a tool is chosen from the shed—not for display, but for work. Chosen like a servant is chosen for the heavy lifting. It is not a crown of gold; it is a yoke of grace. So act like it, the preacher said. As if that were simple. As if acting like the beloved of God didn’t require a strength we used up by Tuesday.

So bless us, Lord, with the irony of this faith: that we are chosen, and yet we feel common. That we are not orphans, and yet we feel alone. That we are holy, and yet we are just so tired. Let Your tenderness fall as dew upon the stubborn soil of our hearts. If You will not leave us comfortless, then be our uncomfortable comfort—the One who disturbs our sleep until we repent of our self-pity, and who soothes our souls until we rest in the mystery of being loved without merit.

Give us the sleep of the chosen. And tomorrow, give us the gall to live like it. Amen.

Uma Bênção Noturna para os Escolhidos (e os Exaustos)

Olha do céu, Senhor — se Tu podes suportar ver a bagunça que fizemos do dia. Tua santa habitação, esse lugar glorioso, parece terrivelmente distante desta cozinha onde a louça ainda está por lavar. Isaías pergunta: "Onde está o Teu zelo e a Tua força?" Francamente, temos feito a mesma pergunta desde as 15h. Mas talvez a questão não seja onde Tu estás, mas onde nós vagamos. Tu prometeste não nos deixar órfãos — Jesus, o Verbo feito carne, jurou que viria a nós. E ainda assim, aqui estamos, sentindo-nos distintamente desamparados diante de nossos próprios fracassos.

E ainda assim, o sermão ecoa em nossos ouvidos: Você é escolhido. Agora aja como tal. Escolhido. Não para o conforto. Não para uma vida livre de frustrações ou pneus furados. Escolhido como uma ferramenta é escolhida do galpão — não para exibição, mas para o trabalho. Escolhido como um servo é escolhido para o trabalho pesado. Não é uma coroa de ouro; é um jugo de graça. Então aja como tal, disse o pregador. Como se isso fosse simples. Como se agir como o amado de Deus não exigisse uma força que já gastamos na terça-feira.

Então abençoa-nos, Senhor, com a ironia desta fé: que somos escolhidos, e ainda assim nos sentimos comuns. Que não somos órfãos, e ainda assim nos sentimos sós. Que somos santos, e ainda assim estamos tão cansados. Que Tua ternura desça como orvalho sobre o solo teimoso de nossos corações. Se não nos deixarás desamparados, sê nosso desconforto confortador — Aquele que perturba nosso sono até nos arrependermos de nossa autocomiseração, e que acalma nossas almas até descansarmos no mistério de sermos amados sem mérito.

Dá-nos o sono dos escolhidos. E amanhã, dá-nos a coragem para viver como tal. Amém.

 


Thursday, July 16, 2026

Night Blessing Chosen Rest – in English and Portuguese

A Night Blessing: Chosen, Cherished, and (Barely) Asleep

"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea." (Psalm 46:1-2)

"When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, 'Woman, here is your son,' and to the disciple, 'Here is your mother.'" (John 19:26-27)

"The Lord did not set his affection on you and choose you because you were more numerous than other peoples... but it was because the Lord loved you." (Deuteronomy 7:7-8, paraphrased)


The Blessing:

May you lay your head down tonight and remember the first truth of your existence: You are chosen.

Not because you earned it, not because you have it all together, and certainly not because your to-do list is finished (is it ever?). No, you are chosen simply because the heart of God is a heart that loves to choose. Before the mountains were formed, before the earth ever thought of quaking, His eye was on you. You are His treasured possession.

And because you are chosen, you are also held.

When the world feels shaky—when your own mind feels like the "mountains are falling into the heart of the sea"—remember the words of the Psalm. God is not a distant observer; He is an ever-present help. He is right here, in the quiet of your room, in the chaos of your thoughts, in the very breath you are taking right now. He is your refuge. That doesn't mean the storms don't rage; it means you have a place to run in them.

Now, tie that to the tender scene at the cross. In His most agonizing moment, Jesus wasn't thinking about His own pain. He was looking down, making sure His mother was cared for, giving her a new son, giving John a new mother. He was attending to the details of love even as the world went dark.

Here’s the gentle, humorous nudge for tonight:

That same Jesus, who cared about the small, practical details of life, is looking at you right now. And because you're chosen, He's not just your King—He's your big Brother. As the Sunday sermon reminded us: You are chosen. Now act like it.

But what does "acting like it" look like at 11 PM?

It doesn't look like striving. It doesn't look like conquering your worries with sheer willpower. Tonight, acting like a chosen child of God looks a whole lot like resting. It looks like trust.

So, act like it by releasing your grip. Give Him your worries. Hand over the mental spreadsheet of all the things you're trying to fix. Tell Him, "Lord, I'm too tired to be the Savior of the world tonight. You handle it. I'm just going to be the beloved child."

And if you can't sleep because your brain is still running laps—don't worry. God is not surprised. He’s not tapping His foot, waiting for you to get it together. He is the God who sleeps in the boat during the storm, completely unbothered. He is the God who chose you, not because you're strong, but because He is.

So, tonight, let this be your prayer:

"Lord, thank You that You chose me before I could ever choose You. Thank You that You are my refuge, not my accuser. Help me to stop trying to hold up the mountains and just let You hold me. And if my mind starts to race, gently remind me that I am Your child, and that even my sleeplessness is safe in Your hands. Amen."

Rest easy, chosen one. God is watching over you, and He has a great sense of humor—He chose you, after all. And He doesn't make mistakes.

Goodnight.

Uma Benção Noturna: Escolhido, Amado e (Quase) Dormindo

"Deus é o nosso refúgio e a nossa fortaleza, socorro bem presente na angústia. Por isso, não temeremos, ainda que a terra se transtorne e os montes se abalem no seio dos mares." (Salmos 46:1-2)

"Quando Jesus viu sua mãe e perto dela o discípulo a quem ele amava, disse à mãe: 'Mulher, eis aí o seu filho.' Depois, disse ao discípulo: 'Eis aí a sua mãe.'" (João 19:26-27)

"O Senhor não se afeiçoou a vocês nem os escolheu porque vocês eram mais numerosos que os outros povos... mas foi porque o Senhor os amou." (Deuteronômio 7:7-8, parafraseado)


A Benção:

Que você deite a cabeça no travesseiro esta noite e se lembre da primeira verdade da sua existência: Você é escolhido(a).

Não porque você mereceu, não porque tem tudo sob controle, e certamente não porque sua lista de afazeres está completa (está mesmo? alguma vez fica?). Não, você é escolhido(a) simplesmente porque o coração de Deus é um coração que ama escolher. Antes dos montes serem formados, antes da terra pensar em tremer, o olhar d'Ele já estava sobre você. Você é o tesouro particular d'Ele.

E porque você é escolhido(a), você também é sustentado(a).

Quando o mundo parecer instável — quando a sua própria mente sentir que os "montes estão se abalando no mar" — lembre-se das palavras do Salmo. Deus não é um observador distante; Ele é um socorro bem presente. Ele está bem aqui, no silêncio do seu quarto, no caos dos seus pensamentos, no próprio ar que você está respirando agora. Ele é o seu refúgio. Isso não significa que as tempestades não venham; significa que você tem um lugar para correr dentro delas.

Agora, conecte isso com a cena tão terna da cruz. Em Seu momento mais agonizante, Jesus não estava pensando na Sua própria dor. Ele estava olhando para baixo, certificando-se de que Sua mãe seria cuidada, dando a ela um novo filho, dando a João uma nova mãe. Ele estava atento aos mínimos detalhes do amor, mesmo enquanto o mundo se escurecia.

Aqui vai o toque suave e bem-humorado para esta noite:

Esse mesmo Jesus, que se importou com os pequenos e práticos detalhes da vida, está olhando para você agora mesmo. E porque você é escolhido(a), Ele não é apenas o seu Rei — Ele é o seu Irmão mais velho. Como o sermão de domingo nos lembrou: Você é escolhido(a). Agora, aja como tal.

Mas o que significa "agir como tal" às 23h da noite?

Não significa se esforçar. Não significa vencer suas preocupações com pura força de vontade. Esta noite, agir como um(a) filho(a) escolhido(a) de Deus se parece muito com descansar. Parece com confiança.

Então, aja como tal soltando o controle. Entregue a Ele suas preocupações. Largue a planilha mental de todas as coisas que você está tentando consertar. Diga a Ele: "Senhor, estou cansado(a) demais para ser o salvador do mundo esta noite. O Senhor cuida disso. Eu só vou ser o(a) filho(a) amado(a)."

E se você não conseguir dormir porque sua mente ainda está dando voltas — não se preocupe. Deus não está surpreso. Ele não está batendo o pé, esperando você se ajeitar. Ele é o Deus que dorme no barco durante a tempestade, completamente imperturbável. Ele é o Deus que te escolheu, não porque você é forte, mas porque Ele é.

Então, que esta seja a sua oração esta noite:

"Senhor, obrigado porque o Senhor me escolheu antes mesmo que eu pudesse escolhê-Lo. Obrigado porque o Senhor é o meu refúgio, não o meu acusador. Ajude-me a parar de tentar segurar os montes e apenas deixar que o Senhor me segure. E se a minha mente começar a disparar, me lembre com suavidade de que sou Seu(sua) filho(a), e que até a minha insônia está segura em Suas mãos. Amém."

Descanse tranquilo(a), escolhido(a) de Deus. Ele está vigiando você, e Ele tem um ótimo senso de humor — Ele escolheu você, afinal de contas. E Ele não comete erros.

Boa noite. 😊

 


Wednesday, July 15, 2026

Night blessing with irony. In English and Portuguese

The Chosen One’s Bedtime Benediction

(With a side of Holy Sarcasm)



The Blessing:

May the God who chose you—not because you were the biggest, the strongest,  or most impressive nation on the block (Deut. 7:7), but because He’s stubbornly fond of you—tuck you in tonight.

The Irony & The Care:

May you rest in the bewildering, scandalous truth of Hosea 11: that His heart literally recoils at the idea of giving you what you actually deserve. He will not execute His fierce anger, because He is God and not a mortal man. He is the Holy One in your midst. In other words, even when you’ve been a spiritual housecat that hisses at Him all day, He still won’t throw you out in the rain. That’s not mercy; that’s just divine stubbornness. Get some sleep.

The Sarcastic Reality Check:

And while you drift off, remember John 3:16: He gave His one and only Son so that you wouldn’t perish but have eternal life. He didn’t send a strongly-worded memo. He didn’t send a committee. He sent His heart. So, yes, you are loved beyond measure. But the sarcastic rub? You don’t have to earn it, so stop trying so hard.

The Sermon Reminder (Deut. 7:6-12):

He chose you. You are a treasured possession. He set His affection on you simply because He loves you. So the command is clear: Now act like it.

Do you think "acting like it" means being perfect? No. You know what it means? It means resting. It means sleeping through the thunder without building an ark. It means waking up tomorrow and looking at your neighbor and remembering, "Hey, if God chose me, He's definitely got a soft spot for them." It means trusting that the same God who is faithful to a thousand generations is faithful to your 11 PM worries.

The Final (Sarcastic) Amen:

So, go to sleep, you holy mess. You’ve been chosen not because you're a masterpiece, but because He’s the Artist who loves a good redemption arc. Quit trying to be the perfect jewel in the crown. You are the slightly lopsided, resurrected, beloved speck. And that is enough.

Now rest. Even God did that on the seventh day. He didn't fret. And neither should you.


Amen. (Now go to bed. The world will still be broken tomorrow, but you'll face it with a rested soul and a knowing smirk.)

A Bênção Noturna do Escolhido

(Com uma generosa pitada de Santo Sarcasmo)

A Bênção:

Que o Deus que te escolheu — não porque você era a nação mais bonita, mais forte ou mais impressionante do pedaço (Dt 7.7), mas porque Ele é teimosamente apaixonado por você — te aconchegue nesta noite.

A Ironia e o Cuidado:

Que você descanse na verdade escandalosa e desconcertante de Oseias 11: que o coração d'Ele literalmente se revolta diante da ideia de te dar o que você realmente merece. Ele não executará o Seu furor, porque Ele é Deus, e não um homem qualquer. Ele é o Santo no meio de ti. Em outras palavras, mesmo quando você passou o dia inteiro sendo um gato doméstico que sibila pra Ele, Ele ainda não vai te jogar na chuva. Isso não é misericórdia; isso é teimosia divina. Durma bem.

O Pitada de Realismo Sarcástico:

E enquanto você pega no sono, lembre-se de João 3.16: Ele deu o Seu único Filho para que você não pereça, mas tenha a vida eterna. Ele não enviou um memorando cheio de palavras bonitas. Ele não enviou uma comissão. Ele enviou o Seu coração. Então, sim, você é amado além da medida. Mas a parte sarcástica? Você não precisa merecer isso, então pare de se esforçar tanto.

O Lembrete do Sermão (Dt 7.6-12):

Ele te escolheu. Você é uma possessão preciosa. Ele colocou a afeição d'Ele sobre você simplesmente porque Ele te ama. Então o mandamento é claro: Aja como tal.

Você acha que "agir como tal" significa ser perfeito? Não. Sabe o que significa? Significa descansar. Significa dormir em meio ao trovão sem tentar construir uma arca. Significa acordar amanhã, olhar para o seu vizinho e lembrar: "Pô, se Deus me escolheu a mim, com certeza Ele tem um fraco por essa pessoa também." Significa confiar que o mesmo Deus que é fiel a mil gerações é fiel às suas preocupações das 23h.

O Amém Final (com Sarcasmo):

Então, vá dormir, seu (santa) bagunça. Você foi escolhido não porque é uma obra-prima, mas porque Ele é o Artista que adora uma boa história de redenção. Pare de tentar ser a joia perfeita da coroa. Você é o pedacinho torto, ressuscitado e amado. E isso é o bastante.

Agora descanse. Até Deus fez isso no sétimo dia. Ele não ficou se afligindo. E você também não deveria.


Amém. (Agora vai pra cama. O mundo ainda vai estar quebrado amanhã, mas você vai encarar ele com a alma descansada e um sorrisinho de quem sabe de algo.)

 


Tuesday, July 14, 2026

A Night Blessing for the Chosen - in English and Portuguese

 

A Night Blessing for the Chosen (Who Need a Reminder)


Behold, the Lord God comes with might, and His arm rules for Him. His reward is with Him, and His recompense before Him. (Isaiah 40:10)

So, rest now, O Chosen One.

Yes, you. The one God set His affection upon—not because you were the biggest, the strongest, or the most impressive crowd on the block, but simply because He loves you. (Deuteronomy 7:7-8)

That was the good news this Sunday. But here is the gentle, ironic twist for your nighttime pillow:

You are chosen. Now act like it.

That doesn’t mean you need to perform miracles in your sleep. It means you can stop groveling in your anxiety. The God who brought Israel out of Egypt with a mighty hand is the same God who holds your tomorrow. He is not wringing His hands over your future; He is carrying His reward in His hand. He is not coming to scold you; He is coming to deliver you.

So, as you lay your head down, act like the beloved, not the orphan.

  • Act like the heir, not the hired hand.
  • Act like the one who is kept, not the one who is forgotten.

The irony of being chosen is that it requires absolutely zero effort to earn, but it demands every ounce of your trust to receive.

Tonight, receive it.

Release the frantic striving that kept you awake last night. God’s arm is not too short to save, and His recompense is not delayed because He forgot your address. He is right here, ruling over the chaos of your mind with the same authority He rules the cosmos.

So sleep, chosen one.
Not because the world is safe.
Not because you were perfect today.
But because the Sovereign Lord comes with might—and He has chosen to come for you.

Let His recompense be your peace.
Let His reward be your rest.
And tomorrow, when the sun rises, you can act like it—not with pride, but with the quiet confidence of a child who knows whose hand is holding theirs.

Amen. Sleep well, beloved. You are seen. You are held. Now, for heaven’s sake, act like it and get some rest.

Uma Bênção Noturna para os Escolhidos (Que Precisam de um Lembrete)

Eis que o Senhor Deus vem com poder, e o Seu braço domina por Ele. Eis que o Seu galardão está com Ele, e o Seu salário diante d'Ele. (Isaías 40:10)

Portanto, descansa agora, Ó Escolhido(a).

Sim, você. Aquele(a) que Deus colocou Sua afeição — não porque você era o maior, o mais forte ou a multidão mais impressionante do quarteirão, mas simplesmente porque Ele ama você. (Deuteronômio 7:7-8)

Essa foi a boa notícia deste domingo. Mas aqui está a reviravolta gentil e irônica para o seu travesseiro esta noite:

Você é escolhido(a). Agora aja como tal.

Isso não significa que você precise fazer milagres enquanto dorme. Significa que você pode parar de se arrastar na sua ansiedade. O Deus que tirou o Israel do Egito com mão poderosa é o mesmo Deus que segura o seu amanhã. Ele não está aflito com o seu futuro; Ele carrega a Sua recompensa na mão. Ele não vem para te repreender; Ele vem para te libertar.

Então, ao deitar a cabeça, aja como o amado(a), não como o órfão(ã).

  • Aja como o herdeiro, não como o empregado contratado.
  • Aja como aquele(a) que é guardado(a), não como aquele(a) que foi esquecido(a).

A ironia de ser escolhido é que exige absolutamente zero esforço para merecer, mas exige cada grama da sua confiança para receber.

Esta noite, receba.

Liberte a luta frenética que te manteve acordado(a) na noite passada. O braço de Deus não é muito curto para salvar, e a Sua recompensa não se atrasou porque Ele esqueceu o seu endereço. Ele está bem aqui, governando o caos da sua mente com a mesma autoridade com que governa o cosmos.

Então durma, escolhido(a).
Não porque o mundo é seguro.
Não porque você foi perfeito(a) hoje.
Mas porque o Senhor Soberano vem com poder — e Ele escolheu vir para você.

Que a Sua recompensa seja a sua paz.
Que o Seu galardão seja o seu descanso.
E amanhã, quando o sol nascer, você pode agir como tal — não com orgulho, mas com a confiança tranquila de uma criança que sabe de quem é a mão que a segura.

Amém. Durma bem, amado(a). Você é visto(a). Você é sustentado(a). Agora, pelo amor de Deus, aja como tal e descanse um pouco.

 


Monday, July 13, 2026

Chosen, Yes. Perfect, Not So Much. — Night Blessing in English and Portuguese

 

The Judgment That Is Not Yours — Peace for the World, Starting with You

May the Lord bless you and keep you through the night—
not because you’ve earned it (you left your socks on the floor again),
but because He chose you anyway.

Rest easy, beloved, in the verdict that isn’t yours to scramble for.
Jesus said, “I judge only as I hear” (John 5:30)—
so tonight, you are not the judge of your own day,
nor the jury of your own failures,
nor the executioner of your own worries.
Just the beloved. Just the chosen.

And because He comes “to judge the world with righteousness and the peoples with equity” (Psalm 98:9),
you can stop trying to make everything fair tonight.
Let Him sort out the traffic, the timeline, the tension, the tone of that email.
You? You get to close your eyes and trust that the One who chose you
is not confused, not cranky, and not keeping score.

Remember Sunday’s whisper: “You are chosen. Now act like it.”
Acting like it tonight means acting rested.
Acting like it means letting the weight of the world slide off your shoulders
and onto the back of the One who carries galaxies without breaking a sweat.
(He can handle your to-do list. He’s got a track record with harder things—like floods, pharaohs, and your cousin’s political posts.)

So breathe. Unclench your jaw.
You are not the savior of the world—
you just get to sleep in the arms of the One who is.

And if the world’s peace feels far away,
remember: peace doesn’t start with politics or policies.
It starts with a pillow and a prayer,
with a heart that says, “Not my will, but Yours”
and then actually stops striving long enough to mean it.

Tonight, heaven leans down and says:
You are mine. Not because you performed, but because I purposed.
Now act like it—by resting like it.

Sleep gently, chosen one.
The Judge of all the earth will do what is right—
and what is right, tonight, is letting you be loved
without an agenda, without a lecture,
without a single “should.”

Just grace. Just peace. Just you, held.

Amen. And good night. 😴🌙

 

May the Lord bless you and keep you through the night—
not because you’ve earned it (you left your socks on the floor again),
but because He chose you anyway.

Rest easy, beloved, in the verdict that isn’t yours to scramble for.
Jesus said, “I judge only as I hear” (John 5:30)—
so tonight, you are not the judge of your own day,
nor the jury of your own failures,
nor the executioner of your own worries.
Just the beloved. Just the chosen.

And because He comes “to judge the world with righteousness and the peoples with equity” (Psalm 98:9),
you can stop trying to make everything fair tonight.
Let Him sort out the traffic, the timeline, the tension, the tone of that email.
You? You get to close your eyes and trust that the One who chose you
is not confused, not cranky, and not keeping score.

Remember Sunday’s whisper: “You are chosen. Now act like it.”
Acting like it tonight means acting rested.
Acting like it means letting the weight of the world slide off your shoulders
and onto the back of the One who carries galaxies without breaking a sweat.
(He can handle your to-do list. He’s got a track record with harder things—like floods, pharaohs, and your cousin’s political posts.)

So breathe. Unclench your jaw.
You are not the savior of the world—
you just get to sleep in the arms of the One who is.

And if the world’s peace feels far away,
remember: peace doesn’t start with politics or policies.
It starts with a pillow and a prayer,
with a heart that says, “Not my will, but Yours”
and then actually stops striving long enough to mean it.

Tonight, heaven leans down and says:
You are mine. Not because you performed, but because I purposed.
Now act like it—by resting like it.

Sleep gently, chosen one.
The Judge of all the earth will do what is right—
and what is right, tonight, is letting you be loved
without an agenda, without a lecture,
without a single “should.”

Just grace. Just peace. Just you, held.

Amen. And good night. 😴🌙

Translate PT-BR

O Julgamento Que Não é Seu — Paz Para o Mundo, Começando por Você

Que o Senhor te abençoe e te guarde durante esta noite —
não porque você mereceu (afinal, você deixou as meias no chão de novo),
mas porque Ele te escolheu mesmo assim.

Descanse tranquilo, amado, no veredito que não é seu para correr atrás.
Jesus disse: “Eu julgo somente conforme ouço” (João 5:30) —
então, nesta noite, você não é o juiz do seu próprio dia,
nem o júri dos seus fracassos,
nem o carrasco das suas preocupações.
Você é só o amado. Só o escolhido.

E porque Ele vem “para julgar o mundo com justiça e os povos com retidão” (Salmo 98:9),
você pode parar de tentar fazer tudo parecer justo hoje à noite.
Deixa Ele resolver o trânsito, a agenda, a tensão, o tom daquele e-mail.
Você? Você ganha o direito de fechar os olhos e confiar que Aquele que te escolheu
não está confuso, nem de mau humor, nem guardando pontuação.

Lembra do que ouvimos no domingo? “Você é escolhido. Agora aja como tal.”
Agir como tal, nesta noite, significa agir descansado.
Agir como tal significa deixar o peso do mundo escorregar dos seus ombros
e cair nas costas Daquele que carrega galáxias sem nem suar.
(Ele dá conta da sua lista de afazeres. Ele tem experiência com coisas mais difíceis — como dilúvios, faraós e as postagens políticas do seu primo.)

Então respira. Solta a mandíbula.
Você não é o salvador do mundo —
você só tem o privilégio de dormir nos braços Daquele que é.

E se a paz do mundo parece distante,
lembre-se: a paz não começa com política ou com leis.
Ela começa com um travesseiro e uma oração,
com um coração que diz: “Não seja feita a minha vontade, mas a Tua” —
e que, finalmente, para de se esforçar o bastante para realmente significar isso.

Esta noite, o céu se inclina e sussurra:
Você é Meu. Não porque você performou, mas porque Eu planejei.
Agora aja como tal — descansando como tal.

Durma com leveza, escolhido.
O Juiz de toda a terra fará o que é justo —
e o que é justo, nesta noite, é deixar você ser amado
sem agenda, sem sermão,
sem um único "você deveria".

Só graça. Só paz. Só você, seguro.

Amém. E boa noite. 😴🌙

 


Sunday, July 12, 2026

6th Sunday after Trinity sermon – 12th of July, 2026

 

You Are Chosen. Now Act Like It.
Text: Deuteronomy 7:6-12 (ESV)

6th Sunday after Trinity – 12th of July, 2026



Introduction: The Mirror of the Word

Grace, mercy, and peace be to you from God our Father and from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

There is a story told of a man who looked into a mirror. He saw the dirt on his face, the knots in his hair, the stain on his shirt. He acknowledged the mess, nodded his head in agreement with the mirror, and then walked away. He did absolutely nothing about it. He saw the truth, agreed with it, but went on living as if he hadn't seen it at all.

Today, we look into the mirror of God’s Word. We look at a text that shows us who we are, who God is, and what we are to do about it. And, unlike the man in the story, we are not meant to walk away unchanged.

Our text for this Sixth Sunday after Trinity is from the book of Deuteronomy, chapter 7, verses 6 through 12. It is a text that crashes against us with the force of an ocean wave. It is a text of profound comfort and terrifying responsibility. It is a text that shows us the unconditional love of God, and then immediately hands us a list of commands. This is the rhythm of the Christian life: Law, Gospel, and then the Imperative.

Let us hear the Word of the Lord.

“For you are a people holy to the Lord your God. The Lord your God has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession, out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth. It was not because you were more in number than any other people that the Lord set his love on you and chose you, for you were the fewest of all peoples, but it is because the Lord loves you and is keeping the oath that he swore to your fathers, that the Lord has brought you out with a mighty hand and redeemed you from the house of slavery, from the hand of Pharaoh king of Egypt. Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love him and keep his commandments, to a thousand generations, and repays to their face those who hate him, by destroying them. He will not be slack with the one who hates him. He will repay him to his face. You shall therefore be careful to do the commandment and the statutes and the rules that I command you today.”


Part 1: The Law – The Mirror of Our Reality

We begin with the Law. First, we must ask: What is a "holy" people? What does it mean to be “treasured”?

In the ancient world, when a king conquered a nation, he would take the best treasures—the gold, the jewels, the skilled artisans—for himself. They were his prized possessions.

In this text, God says, “You are my treasured possession.” But wait. This is where the Law hits us hard. Because when we look at ourselves, do we feel like gold? Do we feel like precious jewels? Not usually. We feel like clay jars, cracked and brittle.

If this passage were only Law, it would crush us. Because if God only loves the holy, if God only keeps company with the perfect, we are doomed. We look at ourselves and we see our sins. We see the way we snap at our children, the way we hoard our money, the way we ignore the beggar on the street, the way we nurse our grudges. We are not holy. We have failed.

The Law is the mirror that shows us our dirt. It shows us our condition. We are not the "fewest" in number in the sense of being humble; we are the least in terms of merit. We have no claim on God. If we were standing before God on our own merits, we would not be His treasured possession; we would be His condemned prisoners.

That is the Law. It strips us of our pride. It smashes our illusions of self-righteousness. It says: “You are not chosen because you are good. You are not saved because you are strong. Look at the mirror. You are a sinner.”


Part 2: The Gospel – The Mystery of Grace

But we do not stop at the mirror. Thank God, we do not stop at the mirror.

Look at verse 7. Why did God choose Israel? He says, “It was not because you were more in number... but it is because the Lord loves you.”

That is the most irrational, beautiful, and profound thing ever written. Why does God love? Because He chooses to love. His love is not a reaction to our beauty; His love is the source of our beauty. The reason God loves you is found in God, not in you. The reason He saves you is because He promised He would.

He made an oath to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He made a promise to a dead man (Abraham) that he would have descendants as numerous as the stars. He made a covenant with a liar (Jacob) that he would be blessed. And God keeps His promises.

This is the Gospel: God loves you because He is a faithful God. He does not love you because you are impressive. He loves you because He has sworn to love you. He set His affection on you before the foundations of the world.

And this Gospel is fully revealed in Jesus Christ. Where do we see this most clearly? On the Cross.

Israel was redeemed from slavery in Egypt by a mighty hand. But we—you and I—are redeemed from the slavery of sin, death, and the devil by the pierced hand of Jesus.

When Jesus died on the cross, He fulfilled the Law perfectly. He was the Holy One. He was the truly “treasured possession” of the Father. And yet, He was treated like the worst sinner. He was cast out so that we could be brought in. The oath God swore to Abraham was fulfilled in Christ. Paul tells us in Galatians, “If you are Christ’s, then you are Abraham’s offspring, heirs according to promise.”

Because of Jesus, the Law’s mirror is shattered. The dirt is washed away. You are no longer a slave. You are a child. You are chosen. Not because of your works, but because of His work. This is the pure Gospel: You are forgiven. You are loved. You belong to God.

When I preach this, I am not telling you to do anything to be saved. I am telling you that you ARE saved. You ARE holy in Christ. The robe of righteousness is draped over your shoulders, even now. That is the foundation. That is the rock. That is the Gospel.


Part 3: The Imperative – The Fruit of Faith

Now, if that is the Gospel, why does the text immediately turn around in verse 11 and say, “You shall therefore be careful to do the commandment and the statutes and the rules that I command you today”?

Isn’t that a contradiction? No. It is the rhythm of grace. It is what we call the Imperative.

In the Bible, this is the pattern: First, Indicative (who you are in Christ), then Imperative (how you shall live because of who you are).

The Law says, “Do this and live.”
The Gospel says, “Christ lived and died, therefore you live.”
The Imperative says, “Because you are alive, now live like it.”

Look at the phrase in verse 12: “And because you listen to these rules and keep and do them...”

Many people read this and think, “Ah, see? If I do good, God will bless me. It’s a transaction.” But that is a misunderstanding of the Law. In the Old Testament, these laws were given to a people already redeemed. God saved them from Egypt first, and then He gave them the Law at Sinai. The Law was never meant to be the ladder to heaven; it was meant to be the fence around the garden to keep them safe.

And for us, the Imperative is the grateful response of a redeemed heart.

Imagine you are drowning in the ocean. You are going under for the third time. Suddenly, a lifeguard jumps in, fights the waves, and drags you to shore. You are gasping on the sand, alive. He saved you. You didn’t pay him. You didn’t earn it. He did it because he was good.

Now, while you are lying on the sand, he looks at you and says, “Okay, now get up. I need you to help me look for other people in the water. I need you to go tell people about the rocks near the jetty.”

Is that a requirement to pay back your debt? No! You could never pay him back for your life. But because he gave you life, because you love him, you get up. You say, “Yes, sir!” The imperative—the command to obey—flows from the gratitude of the rescue.

That is what this text is calling us to. We have been rescued from the house of slavery—our slavery to sin, our slavery to fear, our slavery to death. God has brought us out with a mighty hand through the resurrection of Jesus.

So, how do we live?

We keep the commandments. We love our neighbors. We forgive the unforgivable. We give generously. We speak kindly. We live purely.

But be careful! When I say this, I am not pointing you back to the Law to save you. I am pointing you to the Law as a guide. The Law tells us how to love God and love neighbor. It is the map for the journey. If you love the One who saved you, you will want to follow the map.

This Imperative is the "good works" we are called to do. And here is a deep truth: God promises to keep His covenant with those who love Him and keep His commandments, to a thousand generations.

Does God’s love for you depend on your obedience? No. But your experience of His love, and the overflow of His blessings into your life, often do. When you obey, you are walking in the flow of His blessing. Disobedience is not losing your salvation; it is stepping out of the stream of life. It is choosing to eat junk food when you are a child of the King who has a feast prepared for you.


Conclusion: The Happy Conclusion

So, beloved congregation, where does this leave us?

  1. Law: We are sinners. We deserve nothing. The mirror shows us our filth.
  2. Gospel: Christ came to the filthy. He washed us. He chose us. Not because of us, but because of His oath, His promise, His love. We are His treasured possession.
  3. Imperative: Because we are His treasured possession, we are to act like it. We are to be careful to do what He says. Not to earn His favor, but because we already have it.

Let me give you a simple image to remember for this week:

You are a rescued drowning victim standing on the shore.

  • The Law is the rope that pulled you in—it showed you that you were drowning.
  • The Gospel is the Lifeguard—Jesus Christ—who grabbed you and pulled you to safety.
  • The Imperative is the new life you live on the shore. You don't sit there waiting to drown again. You get up. You help. You love. You obey.

God has set His love upon you. He has sworn an oath to you. He will not break it. So, go into this week with confidence. You are secure. But let that security make you brave. Let it make you loving. Let it make you obedient.

May we live as the treasured possession we are, to the glory of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.


The peace of God, which passes all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Amen.

 


Saturday, July 11, 2026

O PECADO QUE A BENÇÃO NÃO LAVA

“Ele é corrupto, mas é evangélico.”



Quantas vezes você já ouviu essa frase — ou alguma variação dela — em rodas de conversa, comentários de redes sociais ou até mesmo em justificativas públicas?

A frase é curta, mas carrega um peso teológico, político e moral gigantesco. Ela revela muito mais sobre nós do que sobre o político em questão. Ela denuncia uma crise de valores que não é apenas administrativa, mas espiritual.

A lógica do "mas"

O "mas" nessa sentença é a chave do problema. Ele tenta transformar o que é exceção em atenuante. Como se a filiação religiosa — ou a autodeclaração de fé — funcionasse como um crédito de boa conduta que pode ser descontado quando o caráter falha.

"Ele desviou dinheiro da merenda, mas é irmão na fé."
"Ele fraudou licitações, mas batiza no Espírito Santo."
"Ele usou o cargo para enriquecer, mas louva no altar."

É como se a corrupção fosse um pecado "menor" desde que coberto pelo manto da liturgia. E aqui mora o perigo: quando a identidade religiosa se torna escudo moral para o crime público, a fé deixa de ser transformadora e passa a ser instrumentalizada. O templo vira QG. A oração vira lobby. O pastor vira laranja.

O que a Bíblia diz sobre isso?

Se formos às Escrituras — já que a frase apela para elas —, o Antigo Testamento é implacável com os líderes que oprimem o povo, vendem a justiça e torcem o direito dos pobres. Amós, Miqueias e Isaías não cansaram de denunciar exatamente isso: rituais vazios enquanto o sangue dos inocentes corria pelas ruas.

O Novo Testamento, por sua vez, vai direto ao ponto: a fé sem obras é morta. E obras, aqui, não são apenas caridade individual, mas justiça social.

O que Jesus fez com os vendilhões no templo? Ele não disse: "continuem, mas orem mais". Ele expulsou.
Por que? Porque a casa de Deus não pode ser mercado — e o Estado, gerido por cristãos, muito menos.

A inversão perigosa


Há um fenômeno contemporâneo que precisa ser nomeado: a inversão moral. Nela, a honestidade se torna suspeita e a corrupção se torna perdoável, desde que o corrupto "tema a Deus". Essa lógica é o avesso do Evangelho.

O Evangelho não é sobre quem você diz ser, mas sobre aquilo que você faz com o poder que recebeu. O domínio público é uma extensão do domínio espiritual. Não há "separação" que justifique roubar dos cofres públicos e, no domingo, erguer as mãos no louvor.

O salário do professor, o remédio do doente, a merenda da criança, o asfalto do periférico — tudo isso é matéria de fé. Quando um político evangélico desvia recursos públicos, ele não está apenas cometendo um crime administrativo. Ele está profanando o nome de Deus diante dos que não creem.

E é isso que mais dói: o escândalo não é só político. É missiológico. Ele faz o Evangelho ser visto como hipocrisia.

O que falta? Arrependimento — e não apenas retórica.

Não basta "pedir perdão" em rede nacional.
Não basta citar Salmo 91 na campanha.
É preciso devolver o dinheiro.
É preciso renunciar ao mandato.
É preciso aceitar a investigação e a punição — sim, prisão também.

Porque a graça de Deus não anula a lei dos homens. Ela a cumpre. O cristão deve ser o primeiro a exigir transparência, justiça e retidão — não apenas para si, mas para toda a sociedade.

Conclusão: o "mas" que destrói

Quando dizemos "ele é corrupto, mas é evangélico", estamos dizendo, no fundo, que a fé não exige caráter. Estamos reduzindo o cristianismo a um clube de sócios, e não a um caminho de cruz e verdade.

O profeta Miqueias já resumiu o que Deus realmente pede:

"Ele te declarou, ó homem, o que é bom; e que é o que o Senhor pede de ti, senão que pratiques a justiça, ames a misericórdia e andes humildemente com o teu Deus?" (Miqueias 6:8).

Justiça. Misericórdia. Humildade.
Sem "mas". Sem atenuantes. Sem escudo.

Que possamos, como sociedade e como igreja, parar de normalizar a corrupção em nome da fé. Pois o pior cego é aquele que louva com os olhos fechados para o que o irmão faz com o dinheiro público.




"Ser evangélico não é atestado de honestidade. É compromisso com a verdade. E a verdade não negocia com a corrupção." ⚖️

#Corrupção #Evangélicos #Política #Ética #FéPública 

Friday, July 10, 2026

A night blessing for the overthinkes and the fisher of men - in English and Portuguese

 

A Night Blessing for the Overthinker and the Fishers of Men

May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you tonight. But more importantly, may the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you specifically while you are trying to fall asleep, so He can gently rebuke your inner monologue.

Tonight, we hold two truths in our tired hands, and we try not to drop them.

First, the wisdom of the Preacher: “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom” (Ecclesiastes 9:10).

So, you gave it your all today. You worked. You planned. You adulted with a ferocity that would make a caffeinated squirrel proud. And now? The work is done. The emails have been sent, the dishes are (mostly) washed, and the existential dread has been professionally filed away until tomorrow. So take a deep breath, because the grave does not have a performance review, and your to-do list will not follow you there. You are off the clock. Rest is not laziness; it is a dress rehearsal for the ultimate Sabbath.

Second, the command of the Apostle: “And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him” (Colossians 3:17).

Yes, even that thing you said to your coworker. Even the prayer you mumbled while brushing your teeth. Even the awkward silence when you couldn't remember your neighbor's name. It all counts. It’s not about perfection; it’s about direction. Your life is less about a flawless performance and more like a rock concert where you're just trying to keep the right song playing, even if you miss a few notes. So, tonight, your snoring, your drooling, and your tossing and turning? Yep, do all that in His name, too.

Now, let’s look at the sermon from Sunday. Jesus told Simon Peter to launch out into the deep. “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch” (Luke 5:4).

Peter, the professional, the guy who had been up all night catching nothing, basically said, "Master, we've worked hard all night and haven't caught a thing. But because you say so..." (v. 5).

There it is. The great cosmic irony. The "deep water" isn't just a metaphor for radical trust; it’s a metaphor for doing the same thing you did yesterday, but this time, doing it with Jesus in the boat. It is the humble audacity to say, "I am exhausted, I am empty, and my best efforts yielded a big, fat zero. But fine, Lord, we'll do it Your way."

And here is the kicker: He didn't just give them a few fish. He gave them so many that the nets began to break, and the boats began to sink.

So, what is your blessing tonight?

May you be brave enough to launch into the deep water of trust, even when your arms are tired and your logic says "stay shallow."

May you have the sarchasm to laugh at your own failures—because remember, Peter’s greatest catch came right after his greatest professional failure. Your "nothing" is often His "something."

And may you have the ironic peace that your value doesn't rest in what you pull out of the water, but in Who is sitting in the boat with you.

So close your eyes. Let go of the oars. The catch is His problem now. You just showed up. And that, my friend, is more than enough.

Sleep well. And if the nets break tomorrow? At least you’ll have a good story and a boatload of fish.

Amen. And goodnight.

Uma Bênção Noturna para o Intrigado e os Pescadores de Gente

Que a graça do Senhor Jesus Cristo, o amor de Deus e a comunhão do Espírito Santo estejam com você esta noite. Mas, mais importante, que a comunhão do Espírito Santo esteja com você especificamente enquanto você tenta pegar no sono, para que Ele possa, com gentileza, repreender o seu monólogo interior.

Esta noite, seguramos duas verdades em nossas mãos cansadas e tentamos não derrubar nenhuma delas.

Primeiro, a sabedoria do Pregador: "Tudo o que você tiver para fazer, faça-o com toda a sua força, pois no reino dos mortos, para onde você vai, não há trabalho, nem planejamento, nem conhecimento, nem sabedoria" (Eclesiastes 9:10).

Então, você deu o seu melhor hoje. Você trabalhou. Planejou. Foi adulto com uma ferocidade que faria um esquilo cafeinado sentir inveja. E agora? O trabalho acabou. Os e-mails foram enviados, a louça está (quase toda) lavada e a angústia existencial foi arquivada profissionalmente até amanhã. Então respire fundo, porque o túmulo não tem avaliação de desempenho, e a sua lista de tarefas não vai te seguir até lá. Você está fora do expediente. Descansar não é preguiça; é um ensaio geral para o Sabbath definitivo.

Segundo, o mandamento do Apóstolo: "E tudo o que fizerem, seja em palavra ou em ação, façam em nome do Senhor Jesus, dando por meio dele graças a Deus Pai" (Colossenses 3:17).

Sim, até aquilo que você disse para o seu colega de trabalho. Até a oração que você murmurou escovando os dentes. Até o silêncio constrangedor quando você não conseguiu lembrar o nome do seu vizinho. Tudo conta. Não se trata de perfeição; se trata de direção. A sua vida é menos uma performance impecável e mais como um show de rock onde você só está tentando manter a música certa tocando, mesmo que erre algumas notas. Então, nesta noite, o seu ronco, a sua baba e os seus reviravoltas na cama? É, faça tudo isso em nome dEle também.

Agora, vamos dar uma olhada no sermão de domingo. Jesus disse a Simão Pedro para lançar-se ao fundo. "Lançai-vos ao fundo, e lançai as vossas redes para pescar" (Lucas 5:4).

Pedro, o profissional, o cara que tinha passado a noite toda pescando nada, basicamente disse: "Mestre, trabalhamos duro a noite toda e não pegamos nada. Mas, porque tu dizes..." (v. 5).

Aí está. A grande ironia cósmica. A "águas profundas" não é apenas uma metáfora para confiança radical; é uma metáfora para fazer a mesma coisa que você fez ontem, mas desta vez, com Jesus no barco. É a audácia humilde de dizer: "Estou exausto, estou vazio, e meus melhores esforços renderam um grande, enorme zero. Mas tudo bem, Senhor, vamos fazer do Seu jeito."

E aqui está o detalhe: Ele não deu a eles apenas alguns peixes. Ele deu tantos que as redes começaram a se romper e os barcos começaram a afundar.

Então, qual é a sua bênção esta noite?

Que você seja corajoso o suficiente para se lançar nas águas profundas da confiança, mesmo quando seus braços estiverem cansados e sua lógica disser "fique no raso".

Que você tenha o sarcasmo para rir das suas próprias falhas — porque lembre-se, a maior pescaria de Pedro veio logo após seu maior fracasso profissional. O seu "nada" é frequentemente o "algo" dEle.

E que você tenha a paz irônica de que seu valor não está no que você puxa para fora da água, mas em Quem está sentado no barco com você.

Então feche os olhos. Solte os remos. A pescaria é problema dEle agora. Você só apareceu. E isso, meu amigo, é mais do que suficiente.

Durma bem. E se as redes se romperem amanhã? Pelo menos você vai ter uma boa história e um barco cheio de peixes.

Amém. E boa noite.