<?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-3970085442876199253</id><updated>2012-03-19T04:09:22.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog do Marcos Florentino</title><subtitle type='html'>Espiritualidade - Vida - Letras - Educação &amp;amp; algo mais</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-1667202772414229897</id><published>2012-03-14T12:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T12:18:45.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a lição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHbIr-qJIRg/T2C1zWjjVgI/AAAAAAAACBw/7DfBSit05SM/s1600/O+%28des%29+valor+do+professor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHbIr-qJIRg/T2C1zWjjVgI/AAAAAAAACBw/7DfBSit05SM/s400/O+%28des%29+valor+do+professor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;As lições que aprendo ao observar a imagem:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1) O professor é o principal responsável pela formação de todos os outros profissionais. Portanto, não há exagero algum em afirmar que se trata mesmo da profissão mais importante “na” e “para a” sociedade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Apesar de se configurar como função social mais importante, insistimos (governo e sociedade) em não valorizar a quem realmente tem valor. A profes&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;sora é a única malvestida - vestido remendado - em cena;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3) Não obstante sua condição desfavorecida, a professora apresenta um sorriso, tão logo é reconhecida. Mesmo sendo legítima a luta dos educadores por salários mais dignos, seus ideais são sempre mais nobres. O grande patrimônio de um professor é o seu aluno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Prazer, sou educador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="hasCaption"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Marcos Florentino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-1667202772414229897?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/1667202772414229897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/1667202772414229897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/03/aprendendo-licao.html' title='Aprendendo a lição'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHbIr-qJIRg/T2C1zWjjVgI/AAAAAAAACBw/7DfBSit05SM/s72-c/O+%28des%29+valor+do+professor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-9159405665641169834</id><published>2012-03-08T09:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T10:10:45.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tapeceiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QeW0PIVhjek/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeW0PIVhjek&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeW0PIVhjek&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapeceiro, grande artista&lt;br /&gt;Vai fazendo seu trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Incansável, paciente no seu tear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tapeceiro, não se engana&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o fim desde o começo...&lt;br /&gt;Trança voltas, mil desvios, sem perder o fio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha vida é obra de tapeçaria...&lt;br /&gt;É tecida de cores alegres e vivas&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem contraste no meio das cores&lt;br /&gt;Nubladas e tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Se você olha do avesso,&lt;br /&gt;Nem imagina o desfecho...&lt;br /&gt;No fim das contas, tudo se explica,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se encaixa, tudo coopera pro meu bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando se vê pelo lado certo,&lt;br /&gt;Muda-se logo a expressão do rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Obra de arte pra honra e glória do Tapeceiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando se vê pelo lado certo,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cores da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Dignificam a Jesus Cristo, o Tapeceiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Stênio Marcius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-9159405665641169834?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/9159405665641169834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/9159405665641169834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/03/o-tapeceiro.html' title='O Tapeceiro'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-7939738917870963274</id><published>2012-03-07T07:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T10:24:37.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_4wkzNbvNQ/T1dhhYqRZTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/jKUPzPDruts/s1600/luis-fernando-verissimo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_4wkzNbvNQ/T1dhhYqRZTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/jKUPzPDruts/s1600/luis-fernando-verissimo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivemos cercados pelas nossasalternativas, pelo que podíamos ter sido. Ah, se apenas tivéssemos acertadoaquele número (‘unzinho e eu ganhava a sena acumulada’), topado aquele emprego,completado aquele curso, chegado antes, chegado depois, dito ‘sim’, dito ‘não’,ido para Londrina, casado com a Doralice, feito aquele teste... Agora mesmoneste bar imaginário em que estou bebendo para esquecer o que não fiz – aliás,o nome do bar é ‘Imaginário’– sentou um cara do meu lado direito e se apresentou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Eu sou você, se tivesse feitoaquele teste no Botafogo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele tem mesmo a minha idade e a minha cara. E o mesmo desconsolo. Por quê?Sua vida não foi melhor do que a minha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Durante um certo tempo, foi. Cheguei a titular. Cheguei à seleção. Fiz um grandecontrato. Levava uma grande vida. Até que um dia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei, eu sei...- disse alguém sentado ao lado dele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhamos para o intrometido... Tinha a nossa idade e a nossa cara e não pareciamais feliz do que nós. Ele continuou: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você hesitou entre sair e não sair do gol. Não saiu, levou o único gol dojogo, caiu em desgraça, largou o futebol e foi ser um medíocre propagandista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como é que você sabe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou você, se tivesse saído do gol. Não só peguei a bola como mandei para oataque com tanta perfeição que fizemos o gol da vitória. Fui considerado oherói do jogo. No jogo seguinte, hesitei entre me atirar nos pés de um atacantee não me atirar. Como era um ‘herói’, me atirei... Levei um chute na cabeça.Não pude ser mais goleiro. Nem propagandista. Ganho uma miséria do INPS e sófaço isto: bebo e me queixo da vida. Se não tivesse ido nos pés do atacante... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ele chutaria para fora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem falou foi o outro sósia nosso, ao lado dele, que em seguida se apresentou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou você se não tivesse ido naquela bola. Não faria diferença. Não seriagol. Minha carreira continuou. Fiquei cada vez mais famoso, e agora com fama desortudo também. Fui vendido para o futebol europeu, por uma fábula. O primeirogoleiro brasileiro a ir jogar na Europa. Embarquei com festa no Rio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E o que aconteceu? - perguntamos os três em uníssono. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lembra aquele avião da VARIG que caiu na chegada em Paris? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Morri com 28 anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem que tínhamos notado sua palidez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pensando bem, foi melhor não fazer aquele teste no Botafogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E ter levado o chute na cabeça... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Foi melhor – continuei - ter ido fazer o concurso para o serviço públiconaquele dia. Ah, se eu tivesse passado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Você deve estar brincando - disse alguém sentado à minha esquerda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a minha cara, mas parecia mais velho e desanimado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou você, se tivesse entrado para o serviço público.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi que todas as banquetas do bar à esquerda dele estavam ocupadas por versõesde mim no serviço público, uma mais desiludida do que a outra. As conseqüênciasde anos de decisões erradas, alianças fracassadas, pequenas traições, promoçõesnegadas e frustração. Olhei em volta. Eu lotava o bar. Todas as mesas estavamocupadas por minhas alternativas e nenhuma parecia estar contente. Comentei como barman que, no fim, quem estava com o melhor aspecto, ali, era eu mesmo. Obarman fez que sim com a cabeça, tristemente. Só então notei que ele tambémtinha a minha cara, só com mais rugas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem é você? - perguntei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou você, se tivesse casado com a Doralice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não respondeu. Só fez um sinal, com o dedão virado para baixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luis Fernando Verissimo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-7939738917870963274?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7939738917870963274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7939738917870963274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/03/versoes.html' title='Versões'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_4wkzNbvNQ/T1dhhYqRZTI/AAAAAAAACBQ/jKUPzPDruts/s72-c/luis-fernando-verissimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-7773011301715475398</id><published>2012-03-02T11:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T15:51:06.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Jesus fosse evangélico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uN5mjRup_FY/T1EWZpp9vfI/AAAAAAAACBA/-jQLbyMgRNY/s1600/226670_1817892803471_1124657287_31792471_483142_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uN5mjRup_FY/T1EWZpp9vfI/AAAAAAAACBA/-jQLbyMgRNY/s1600/226670_1817892803471_1124657287_31792471_483142_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se Jesus, quando esteve aqui naterra, fosse como os evangélicos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Não chamaria aquelesdiscípulos, pobres e sem instrução. Chamaria os famosos, para usar a imagemdeles nas suas pregações. Mostraria que os “graúdos” estavam com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Não entraria na casa deZaqueu. “Fugiria da aparência do mal” e procuraria “ser diferente e não semisturar com o mundo”. Iria à casa de um fariseu, gente boa e separada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Mandaria apedrejar a mulher deJoão 8. Jogaria a primeira pedra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Não conversaria com a mulhersamaritana. De novo, fugiria da aparência do mal. Mulher assim é problema, nacerta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Se fosse dobaixo-pentecostalismo, não passaria um cesto com pães, e sim um cesto parareceber ofertas. Faria a “campanha do pão”. E iria logo para a “reunião dosempresários”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Adularia Nicodemos. Nãoperderia um “figurão” desses. Seria a ponte para se relacionar com o Sinédrio.É bom ter bons contatos com a estrutura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Bajularia Herodes, pois eleera autoridade. Não o chamaria de “raposa”. Mandar-lhe-ia um convite especial.Se viesse ouvi-lo, teria uma almofada macia, ao seu lado, para sentar-se.Diria: “O Dr. Herodes nos honra com sua presença”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Daria outra resposta ao moçorico. Não precisava dar tudo aos pobres. Bastava uma boa oferta para a suacausa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Não diria que para segui-lo setomasse a cruz. Ofereceria riquezas, saúde constante. Não falaria de possívelsofrimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Não elogiaria João Batista.Mostraria que seu trabalho era melhor que o dele. Diria algumas coisas sobreJoão por “zelo santo”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Não perderia uma reunião daConvenção Farisaica, da Associação Saducéia, da Ordem dos Escribas, e doConselho dos Pregadores da Palestina. Decisões importantes seriam tomadas e eleera necessário. Estaria em várias comissões. Não teria tempo para o povo, masparafraseando Parreira (“o gol é um detalhe”), o povo seria um detalhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. Aliás, não seria pastor: sempreparo teológico, liberal, criador de casos. O concílio o reprovaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que Marx, no fim da vida,declarou: “Não sou marxista”. Jesus seria evangélico? Seria batista? Seriamembro de nossa igreja? Estaria à vontade conosco ou nos recitaria Mateus 23?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com imaginação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Isaltino Gomes Coelho Filho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pastor da Igreja Batista Central de Macapá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-7773011301715475398?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7773011301715475398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7773011301715475398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/03/se-jesus-fosse-evangelico.html' title='Se Jesus fosse evangélico...'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uN5mjRup_FY/T1EWZpp9vfI/AAAAAAAACBA/-jQLbyMgRNY/s72-c/226670_1817892803471_1124657287_31792471_483142_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-3042809184759226301</id><published>2012-02-04T18:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:50:26.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A igreja e a freguesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xe2OlB-uiY/Ty2Vv1cDZKI/AAAAAAAAB10/cZi1o13xXbE/s1600/igreja-money1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xe2OlB-uiY/Ty2Vv1cDZKI/AAAAAAAAB10/cZi1o13xXbE/s200/igreja-money1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Freguês” vem de &lt;i&gt;filiuecclesiae&lt;/i&gt; (filho da igreja). Na verdade, &lt;i&gt;filiu ecclesiae&lt;/i&gt;resultou, mais tarde, em &lt;i&gt;filiu gregis&lt;/i&gt; (filho do rebanho) e, daí,freguês. Antes, freguês era quem ia aos cultos, às missas. Perto das igrejas,estabeleceram-se os comerciantes, que aproveitavam o fluxo de “fregueses” queali circulavam. Depois de freguês referir-se a igreja e, em seguida, acomércio, há quem diga hoje que os fiéis de algumas igrejas estão se tornandofregueses. Será coincidência ou justiça etimológica?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Fonte: &lt;i&gt;Discutindo LínguaPortuguesa&lt;/i&gt;, ano 1, nº 6. São Paulo: Escala Educacional, p.23)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-3042809184759226301?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/3042809184759226301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/3042809184759226301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/02/igreja-e-freguesia.html' title='A igreja e a freguesia'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xe2OlB-uiY/Ty2Vv1cDZKI/AAAAAAAAB10/cZi1o13xXbE/s72-c/igreja-money1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-5213518645669145422</id><published>2012-01-29T16:23:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:49:22.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um chato incomoda muita gente, um chato crente incomoda muito mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SI6mSx68abQ/TyWMdyIGW9I/AAAAAAAAB0U/65BbUur_13k/s1600/E+disse+Deus+%27T%C3%B4+fora%27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SI6mSx68abQ/TyWMdyIGW9I/AAAAAAAAB0U/65BbUur_13k/s400/E+disse+Deus+%27T%C3%B4+fora%27.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-9066103474818403494?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/9066103474818403494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/9066103474818403494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-disse-deus-to-fora.html' title='E disse Deus: &quot;Tô fora!&quot;'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SI6mSx68abQ/TyWMdyIGW9I/AAAAAAAAB0U/65BbUur_13k/s72-c/E+disse+Deus+%27T%C3%B4+fora%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-5984713586625651566</id><published>2012-01-29T16:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:49:22.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Em nome de Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnLUeHp2GxY/TyWLtRJyj8I/AAAAAAAAB0M/1Sjl_7Og5kI/s1600/Em+nome+de+Jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnLUeHp2GxY/TyWLtRJyj8I/AAAAAAAAB0M/1Sjl_7Og5kI/s1600/Em+nome+de+Jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-5984713586625651566?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/5984713586625651566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/5984713586625651566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/01/em-nome-de-jesus_29.html' title='Em nome de Jesus...'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnLUeHp2GxY/TyWLtRJyj8I/AAAAAAAAB0M/1Sjl_7Og5kI/s72-c/Em+nome+de+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-124283823450883761</id><published>2012-01-29T15:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:49:22.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fede mais ou fé de menos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWDKiQKq-x8/TyWHj20hD5I/AAAAAAAAB0E/gTiTS8vwMZo/s1600/Fede+mais+ou+f%C3%A9+de+menos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWDKiQKq-x8/TyWHj20hD5I/AAAAAAAAB0E/gTiTS8vwMZo/s320/Fede+mais+ou+f%C3%A9+de+menos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Quanto mais dízimos, mais igrejas; quanto mais igrejas, menos fé.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Pedro de Lara, comediante brasileiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-124283823450883761?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/124283823450883761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/124283823450883761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/01/fe-demais-nao-cheira-bem.html' title='Fede mais ou fé de menos?'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWDKiQKq-x8/TyWHj20hD5I/AAAAAAAAB0E/gTiTS8vwMZo/s72-c/Fede+mais+ou+f%C3%A9+de+menos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-7117281067440788496</id><published>2012-01-29T15:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:49:22.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé demais não cheira bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZphOfy6WKAk/TyWGlpOty9I/AAAAAAAABz8/ADTos86X2K0/s1600/F%C3%A9+demais+n%C3%A3o+cheira+bem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJDzZwsLFKk/TyWGTLkJAyI/AAAAAAAABz0/oB9K-aysGTI/s1600/F%25C3%25A9+demais+n%25C3%25A3o+cheira+bem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJDzZwsLFKk/TyWGTLkJAyI/AAAAAAAABz0/oB9K-aysGTI/s400/F%25C3%25A9+demais+n%25C3%25A3o+cheira+bem.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970085442876199253-7117281067440788496?l=marcosflorentino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7117281067440788496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970085442876199253/posts/default/7117281067440788496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcosflorentino.blogspot.com/2012/01/fede-mais-ou-fe-de-menos.html' title='Fé demais não cheira bem...'/><author><name>Marcos Florentino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00248409284359786256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bg8cnuny-J0/T0-HuFUHW-I/AAAAAAAACAE/ZcfL6qrQ32c/s220/PrtScr%2Bcapture_2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iJDzZwsLFKk/TyWGTLkJAyI/AAAAAAAABz0/oB9K-aysGTI/s72-c/F%25C3%25A9+demais+n%25C3%25A3o+cheira+bem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970085442876199253.post-8249423390819003101</id><published>2012-01-29T15:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T14:49:22.548-02:00</updated><title type='text'>$e$$ão do de$carrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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