Actually, I like to write about something other than the situation of Venezuela, to talk about happy things, beaches and Venezuelan landscapes, which was, of people who still remain faithful to the good to the beautiful; add and stop subtract, avoid sensationalism, and emotional bombardment of social networks, but sometimes, when times get tough moments not to do what you want, but what you need and even more if you feel that all we need it.
Art becomes a way to face reality, while for Christians becomes a witness and gratitude.
Sometimes no longer about being Catholic, Jewish or Muslim, these things, title, or the importance we even Venezuelans these religions do not affect the point of kill us for that reason, that was something we knew Venezuelans knew in word and deed religious tolerance, and respect for immigrants, but we got to a point where it seems a utopia.
Now we are immigrants in our country, is not a secret to anyone, but only God knows how we were, desgradecidos, yes, because we lose, and let us lose, but something I learned throughout my life is that right in the moment when all is lost there is a light in so much darkness, just a little enough.
Some cling to love others, cling to project into the future, others change the technique of war, others begin, like me, to seek peace on something we do not see with our earthly eyes full of sin, no less we can hear with our ears filled with temptation, just a little of God's grace upon us would make a difference, because it seems and I am convinced, now more than ever that man can not alone, I can not alone, no one on earth can alone, I really do not understand why we "glorify ourselves," as if we were higher among ourselves.
Why we cover the pain with more pain, will be we do not know anything else or do not want to know anything else, we live the day as if it were the last, vivmos to die, not for eternal life, if we truly lived for eternal life, capable learn, aprederiamos, we are in the wrong way when we stop loving the other, but the other hurt, and do not want to love him.
But what is love; probably the most perfect love was Christ and God. It shows that love is sacrficio, always hopes and everything suffers.
Nobody wants to be alone, nobody wants to die, but sometimes we go directly to slaughter, you can not create peace with violence.
But how can we talk about something we do not know, or we can not because we want to see.
And once we get to see and hear, can there need a single sentence that allows us to appreciate what we receive.
If we stand at the end of the day, it's because someone or something held us.
"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's" (Matthew 22/21), and that is our soul, the soul is God, not man or evil.
If only we gave to God what is God's.
God raised, reached the heavens, did not remain on the cross, suffered, yes, but remained to the end and apologized for us, so we do or fail to do.
That seems to love, is love, and never fails us, never leaves us, we fail us, we still still failing, but at least try to please him, would be better able with a little faith, if only he had more faith .
"And if my God is with me Whom shall I fear then?"
God, the soul, faith and glory, all your soul, and your heart.
All my soul, all my faith, all the glory and all my being, all my heart, because there he is, and I with him.
