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  • ivanildotrindade 7:27 am on April 8, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , easter sunday, ressurrection, victory, victory over death   

    He lives 

    “1 When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, bought spices, so that they might come and anoint Him. 2 Very early on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb when the sun had risen. 3 They were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance of the tomb?” 4 Looking up, they saw that the stone had been rolled away, although it was extremely large. 5 Entering the tomb, they saw a young man sitting at the right, wearing a white robe; and they were amazed. 6 And he said to them, “Do not be amazed; you are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who has been crucified. He has risen; He is not here; behold, here is the place where they laid Him. 7 But go, tell His disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see Him, just as He told you.’” 8 They went out and fled from the tomb, for trembling and astonishment had gripped them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.
     9 Now after He had risen early on the first day of the week, He first appeared to Mary Magdalene, from whom He had cast out seven demons. 10 She went and reported to those who had been with Him, while they were mourning and weeping. 11 When they heard that He was alive and had been seen by her, they refused to believe it. 
    12 After that, He appeared in a different form to two of them while they were walking along on their way to the country. 13 They went away and reported it to the others, but they did not believe them either.”
    (Words of the Gospel writer, Mark).

  • ivanildotrindade 11:17 pm on December 20, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , defeat, , siblings, victory   

    Forgetting the defeats 

    News can oscillate from elating to devastating, but all on the same day? Today was one of those days and I am exhausted just thinking about the twists and turns in people’s lives — some of which you only spectate, and others you can directly interfere and have good outcomes, if you are so lucky.

    The good news are we just got word that we can rescue six new hill tribe children at our home in northern Thailand. They are siblings and have yearned to come to the home for a long time since their siblings are already there.

    Kids have a funny age of bliss and aloofness. It comes and goes so fast you can barely notice. Our children who are currently in the home in Thailand are now passing that age and entering the age of awareness. They remember the siblings who are back in their villages and they are aware of what they have and their siblings have been robbed of.

    During meal times it is not uncommon to find one or more children crying. They weep for their little ones left in the land of uncertainty. They look at the food on their plates and think of the empty stomachs they once had. They put on their school uniform and remember the barefoot little brothers and sisters who will never hold a page, unless, of course, they are also rescued.

    But the task of rescuing children is tedious and predictably slow. It requires money, will power, and it is never free from politics. There are people who lie and cheat to get children into a home. Some are scheming to give their kids a little edge only to snatch them out of our hands in the future. The road is always full of unpredictable twists and turns.

    But it is always a great day when you finally hear that they can come. And today was one of those days. Oh yes, there were bad news to and they were related to some other children, but I would rather not talk about it right now. I want to end the day with the memory of a victory and not a defeat.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

  • ivanildotrindade 8:57 pm on December 5, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: christmas story, college jobs, , emanuel, god with us, proud of academics, victory   

    If it walks like a doctor and talks like a doctor… run away! 

    People whose entire identity is wrapped up around their accomplishments — run from them! I had my run in with one when I was in seminary in Indiana. During one particular summer, in order to fund my wife’s trip to Brazil, I worked for the college, cleaning toilets, mopping hallways, waxing floors. I was obviously not from Indiana and had a much more pronounced accent back then. I was also young so it would be easy to take me for a college student.

    I found myself inside a certain female professor’s office, crouching on the ground, totally absorbed with cleaning her messy flo0r. It was Saturday morning and she came in without me noticing. When I looked up, there she was. I was embarrassed and tried to say something. I remembered the name on the door and blurted out, “Oh, you must be Mrs. Burns,” (not her real name). Without raising her head, she said, “Doctor Burns!”

    I was impressed… I felt like saying, “Yes, Master, what is your wish?” And that was it, the first and only words she ever uttered in my presence, the last time I saw her, a lost opportunity perhaps to learn something from the human being slaving away at her feet. But even in the awkwardness of the moment, her face showed signs of pleasure that I was put in my place.

    Now I may be hard-headed but I am not dumb. I got bitten once and decided I didn’t like it. So while visiting this big church in Wooster for the first time, I had been told that the guy who was going to introduce me to the congregation was a “doctor.”  Without hesitation, then, when he came walking down the aisle and sat next to me on the front pew, I turned to him and said, “You must be Doctor Plummer,” (not his real name). He looked at me in the eyes and said, “Just call me Jack,” (again, not his name).

    To this day, “Jack” and his family are good friends with me and my family. Our friendship has spanned 27 years, we’ve seen our children grow up, we’ve encouraged each other, we have laughed and cried together. We’ve walked on a road that was paved that Sunday morning when he was willing to look at the human being sitting next to him and forgot about all the diplomas hanging on his wall.

    Somehow, when I think of the idea of “Emanuel, God with us,” I think of the day I met “Jack.” But I magnify the circumstances by a bizillion percent. Jesus, who lived in perfect glory and pure light, decides to leave behind all his accolades, even some of His divine stuff, and comes down to live life among the filth of humanity. This would be like going from the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf-Astoria to the heart of the Garbage Dump in Cambodia. “God with us” simply became “Jesus.” “And they called him Jesus,” the text says. That’s it. But is that all?

    “It’s insane,” some say. “No,” others protest, “it’s the greatest demonstration of love ever.” A shameful death turned into the greatest victory on the third day. And all for the sake of people like me, who keep stumbling over their rights and wrongs. And now the text says that he wants to be my friend. Not “Doctor Jesus,” but my friend, the lowly one of Bethlehem, tucked away by a corner in a cow troth. That still remains to me the most mysteriously fascinating thing about Christmas.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

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