June 17, 2005
PostPosted: Thu Jun 16, 2005 8:07 pm
Muito Obrigado
"Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!"
2 Corinthians 9:15
Max Lucado in his book "No Wonder They Call Him The Savior" relates the following story on thankfulness:
He couldn’t have been over six years old. Dirty face, barefooted, torn T-shirt, matted hair. He wasn’t too different from the other hundred thousand or so street orphans that roam Rio de Janeiro.
I was walking to get a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe when he came up behind me. With my thoughts somewhere between the task I had just finished and the class I was about to teach, I scarcely felt the tap, tap, tap on my hand. I stopped and turned. Seeing no one, I continued on my way. I’d only taken a few steps, however, when I felt another insistent tap, tap, tap. This time I stopped and looked downward. There he stood. His eyes were whiter because of his grubby cheeks and coal-black hair.
“Pao, senhor?â€
"Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!"
2 Corinthians 9:15
Max Lucado in his book "No Wonder They Call Him The Savior" relates the following story on thankfulness:
He couldn’t have been over six years old. Dirty face, barefooted, torn T-shirt, matted hair. He wasn’t too different from the other hundred thousand or so street orphans that roam Rio de Janeiro.
I was walking to get a cup of coffee at a nearby cafe when he came up behind me. With my thoughts somewhere between the task I had just finished and the class I was about to teach, I scarcely felt the tap, tap, tap on my hand. I stopped and turned. Seeing no one, I continued on my way. I’d only taken a few steps, however, when I felt another insistent tap, tap, tap. This time I stopped and looked downward. There he stood. His eyes were whiter because of his grubby cheeks and coal-black hair.
“Pao, senhor?â€