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| Thirty years ago, when the carnival seduced me and still did not know the wonder of walking beside Jesus Christ |
* Luís Alberto Alves
"Love not the world nor the things in it. If one loves the world,
Father's love is not in him. For all that is in the world (covetousness
of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the ostentation of the goods) does not come
of the Father, but of the world. The world and its greed pass, but that
who does the will of God abides forever. " Book of 1
John, chapter 2, verses 15 to 17.
This is another serious problem among Christians: one foot in the church and another
in the world! They are converted, but still locked in the customs of before
of the encounter with Jesus Christ. They listen to the very bad songs from the time of slavery in sin. They date for sexual interest, even maintaining premarital relationships, acting as fornicators.
Steal, steal, create intrigues at work, in college or college,
fans of electronic games with evil appeals continue to wear clothes
indecent; when offended they are not ashamed to curse or speak
swearing, inside the house are real demons with their relatives, and, of course, not to dispense beer cans and vodka bottles with lemon and ice.
Many do not understand the meaning of the word world among evangelicals. Some radicals believe they need to live locked indoors or give up any contact with people who are not converted. The world is the customs inherited from the time away from the commandments of Jesus Christ. Because by agreeing to be part of your Army, we will continue to live on this planet until the day we die and
we will go to glory.
The difference is that we will no longer partake of evil deeds when we do not know the words of the Lord. Alcoholics, when freed for the love of God, will no longer feel like drinking any kind of drink. With the drugged the same will occur. It will stop circulating with these people, because it is no longer part of that circle of friendship, based on the consumption of narcotics.
The program girl will refuse to prostitute herself, looking for a decent job where she will find ways to earn a salary honestly without embarrassing Jesus Christ. The thief will no longer take part in any action that consists of stealing or stealing. Wizards or satanists will no longer call upon aid to demons to achieve any goal. They will depend on the Lord.
All evil behavior will no longer accompany the Christian who
has become real. He will learn to depend on Jesus Christ, distancing himself from the actions he practiced before his conversion. In married people whose spirits of perversion were part of the sexual relationship, this practice will no longer be present in their bed.
They will be loving, but without using the weapons of darkness. Everything is renovated. The violent man will leave the desire to fight, choosing the beautiful gesture of solving problems calmly. The jealous woman will rely on her husband, abandoning the neurosis from looking in pockets, cell phone display, email box, pieces of paper in his pants, shirts or blazer. Nor will she see any shadow in any action taken by her husband. By this he will build his home.
The rebellious son will hear the words of correction from the parents without appealing
for offenses or leave the house without telling anyone and return days later. His daughter's relationships will be chosen by young servants of Jesus Christ, not problematic people, mainly involved with drugs and all kinds of disturbances. The boss who loved to exploit his employees, will behave more rationally, being fair to everyone.
You will leave box two to pay taxes properly
due to the government. You will learn to trust the Lord to make a profit in your business, instead of playing the game of darkness, getting involved in all sorts of mischief, including commissioning witchcraft work to "tame" those responsible for choosing companies to do that service.
Before I met Jesus Christ I was involved with the Carnival of
Sao Paulo. From 1976 to 1995, I followed all the school parades
of samba and carnival bands. I even had one that paraded
by the Center of the city, every Tuesday before Carnival.
As a composer in one of the great samba schools of São Paulo,
Go-Go, breathed samba all year long. It had on the tip of
lyrics of the great successes that touched in the pagodes of court. For
I was the best to wear the costume and enter, first on Avenida Tiradentes where the parades were held from 1976 to 1989 and then at the Sambódromo do Anhembi, on the banks of the Tietê River. He was ecstatic to walk on those walkways for an hour. Then only on Tuesday night or early on Ash Wednesday, a custom that has fallen out of style these days. He did not mind taking rain. The interesting thing was to parade.
I forgot my private problems and went to school
of samba. If some allegorical car broke down, it would push, giving blood by the association. I would never imagine a day away from Carnival, despite the appeals of my deceased parents. He saved money all year long, joining with part of the thirteenth salary, leaving the costume and footwear commissioned to receive them a few days before entering the catwalk.
He loved to stay in that middle, to participate in the group that began the singing of the samba plot with the school beginning the parade. It is the moment that can not have failures, because the battery has not begun to touch to pack all the passistas and who is watching in the bleachers. He felt the pain in his arms after Ash Wednesday when he noticed purple spots on his forearm. After passing my school, I stayed in the place until the end of the party, usually around 10 o'clock in the morning. He did not know how tired he was since he had been awake the day before. I got home around noon.
Four hours later he was on his feet to repeat the marathon until Ash Wednesday. When he passed an evangelical church, he would mock the brothers praying. He thought they were wasting their time, when they left the Carnival. But God's plans in our lives are different. My last visit to the Sambódromo do Anhembi happened in 1996. On May 25 of that year, one Sunday, the Lord took me to an evangelical church.
Whoever accompanied me was the owner of the carnival band Brás Pereira, which still parades until today on the streets of the North Zone of São Paulo. The beauty of the servants of Jesus Christ caught my attention. I thought they were ugly. I also liked the praises, including "Faz parte de mim", from the Banda & Voz group. That Sunday I began to forget the rotten world where I had been for over 18 years, living more than illusion and punching a knife, playing the court clown when I thought otherwise.
* Luís Alberto Alves is a pastor
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