Carta: Páscoa-Passagem
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Last published Wed, Apr 15, 2020
Vivemos em uma sociedade que se diz cristã, em que esta data é até um feriado. As pessoas trocam ovos de chocolate de presente, aproveitam os dias, mas não lembram do seu real significado... Ao término do feriado tudo continua do mesmo jeito, foi só um intervalo na rotina, continuam no mesmo lugar. O que é contraditório com o significado desta data, Páscoa, que é Passagem. Que esta carta sirva para resgatar este conceito perdido e nos fazer ter uma passagem para um outro nível de vida.
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