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La pasión por el Señor se pierde por falta de fe, y la Bilbia dice que la fe viene por el oír la Palabra de Dios; pero si no leemos las Escrituras, si no prestamos atención a los testimonios y a las prédicas ¿cómo vamos a querer amar y desear con todo nuestro ser a un desconocido?
Feliz el hombre
que no sigue el consejo de los malvados,
ni va por el camino de los pecadores,
ni hace causa común con los que se burlan de Dios,
sino que pone su amor en la ley del Señor
y en ella medita noche y día.
Ese hombre es como un árbol
plantado a la orilla de un río,
que da su fruto a su tiempo
y jamás se marchitan sus hojas.
¡Todo lo que hace, le sale bien!

Salmo 1:1-3 (DHH)

[Todo sale bien cuando conoces la voz de tu Señor, la escuchas y obedeces. El camino, la verdad y la vida :D ]

Grace is not so much any one action or rule or attitude, but grace is more of a story about broken people being loved and healed.

Let me tell you about my first pastor. When I first came to church over ten years ago, I was a stubborn thick-headed horny atheist who was looking for hot Christian girls. I hated the sermons but I kept coming back: because there was something about this pastor.

He endured with me. I asked him tons of annoying questions about God and the Bible, but he answered them patiently. I screwed up a lot: I slept with a few girls in the church and confessed them all, but he never flinched. He called me and texted me when I never replied. He bought me lunches, dinners, books, and sent cards to my house. He spent hours praying for me. He never once lost his temper with me.

Over time, I realized how much of a jerk I was to him. I didn’t listen; I was late all the time; I got drunk and went to strip clubs on Saturday nights before strolling in hungover on Sundays; I hardly asked how he was doing. BUT: he was endlessly loving. And the grace of this man completely melted me. I’ve known him now for thirteen years, and there’s no way I could be the person I am today without him.

I remember small moments. When one day I was horribly depressed, and he wrote me a letter right in front of me. When I got out of the hospital from swallowing a bottle of pills, and he listened without judging. When I was sobbing hysterically one day and he gripped both my hands and told me, "It’ll be okay. God still loves you and He will never stop."

Even now, my eyes glisten and my heart swells at his sacrifice. His grace fundamentally ripped away my selfishness and disturbed my ego. I deserved nothing and he gave me his all.
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