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ntgospel · 10 days
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Jeremy Camp testemunha que doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus
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Jeremy Camp testemunha que doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus
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O cantor gospel Jeremy Camp, de 46 anos, recentemente compartilhou em suas redes sociais como uma grave doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus. Diagnosticado com fibrilação atrial, um distúrbio do ritmo cardíaco, Jeremy passou por duas cirurgias nos últimos meses.
Confiança em Deus
Em um vídeo no Instagram, ele relata como a experiência o ensinou a depender mais de Deus. “Sempre lutei para fazer as coisas com minhas próprias forças”, confessa Jeremy. “Mas essa doença me mostrou que não tenho controle sobre tudo. Só posso fazer o meu melhor e confiar em Deus, que nos ama mais do que imaginamos.”
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Para Jeremy, enfrentar a doença foi uma oportunidade de quebrar sua autossuficiência e aprofundar seu relacionamento com Deus. “Ele está me aproximando muito mais de Jesus”, testemunha. “Tem sido um processo rico e transformador.”
Recuperação e retorno à turnê
Segundo o The Christian Post e com informações do guiame, após sua rápida recuperação, os médicos liberaram Jeremy para retomar as viagens de sua turnê “The Theatre Tour” na próxima semana.
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musicgospel · 2 months
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henrydorar · 7 months
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Vídeo completo no canal do YouTube da todah covers
Henry Dorar "Existe Vida Aí" [Sued Silva]
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rafael-oficial · 1 year
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Aquele click fantástico da esposa enquanto estudava. 📷 Simplesmente apaixonado. #rockgospel #gospel #rock #musica #guarulhos #guitarra #bateria #cantor #elzafra #church (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoTRz4LO-EE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"Você não precisa conhecer todo mundo . O que você precisa é conhecer pessoas que conhece todo mundo ! " #consultoria #cantor #radios #gospel (em Reviver Representações) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnzo8yGr06Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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marcoseliascantor · 2 years
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odsonsousa · 2 years
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agenciam9 · 2 years
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Logotipo Logomarca Dupla Aline e Alan Música Gospel Acústico Tipo: Logotipo, logomarca Cliente: Aline e Alan Tema: Dupla Gospel Cores: Preto, vermelho e branco Mensagem: Logomarca desenvolvida para cantores evangélicos Veja mais no link: https://www.agenciam9.com.br/propaganda/logotipo-logomarca-dupla-aline-e-alan-musica-gospel-acustico/ #gospel #cantores https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfbd8sTOnHf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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smokeygrayrabbits · 10 months
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singing vash thoughts sparked wolfwood thoughts. once again a notes app special that I have no explanation or context for. but it's taking up my storage. sorry in advance to any poor soul reading this
legends of the punisher make their way through gunsmoke, whispered on dark doorsteps and carved into shadowed walls.
the singing reaper. soft whistling, the hum of hymns long forgotten to time, lyrics whispered out, a mocking imitation of the final breaths they mark.
soft singing becomes a funeral march for his targets. a last dance with the angel of death.
but for some, it's salvation. an angels chorus, the feeling of divine protection for children walking home at night, for the weak and weary, hummed in cozy bars by those who know they're safe as long as they're wrapped up in his whispered gospel
one day, an angel enters the choir. and the chorus changes forever. now it sings of a tragic love, the worship of a faithless priest for this scarred angel.
the cantor has found his muse.
gospel and hymns preaching the soft draping warmth of a coat of bloodstained feathers, a halo of golden thorns, the watchful eyes as deep as forgotten oceans, overflowing with lonelyness and repentance and unconditionalallconsuming love. an angel who guides humanity from their death instead of to it.
millions Knives sends the punisher after the angel. and that's fine. it's a priests duty to obey a god, no matter the orders.
the punisher follows the angel across the sands. through blazes of bullets, out of towns away from fire and pitchforks and mobs of nonbelivers.
the punisher is only following orders.
orders bring the angel to the steps of the church built in his name. to his other half who wants to become whole once more.
wolfwood fulfills his role as shepard, guiding trapping the angel to the alter.
his duty is complete. wolfwood leaves.
Meryl drags him back.
it's too late.
there's no recognition in vash's eyes, no more of the soft caring looks that he kept giving wolfwood, just a rabid fear as he fights and fights and tries to get away, get to nai,
and maybe vash fights back for real now, maybe he punches wolfwood with his prosthetic hand, hard like wolfwood had always wanted him to, instead of giving him impossibly sad stares. maybe wolfwood is now staring down the barrel of a gun not designed to kill, but lord knows vash is gonna try
a single tear slips down vash's cheek. he doesn't seem to notice as he levels the gun against wolfwood
falling stars dropping from the fear filled eyes of his angel
without realizing it, or even knowing why, vash is crying, gun steady and levelled on wolfwood, but he shakes just enough to know something is wrong and why is he crying but he doesn't know this man then why is he crying why does this man look so afraid, not of the gun, but of him and why is he crying
no, he realizes, not of him
for him.
blank eyes cry but the gun never falters, and wolfwood can’t help but smile, chuckle tasting like bile in his throat, a smile that should have vash faltering, that in any other circumstance would make vash second guess, but his hand remains steady, ghosting over the trigger as wolfwood sends one final prayer of penance, one last plea for salvation that he knows he doesn’t deserve because it was him who killed the angel and gave him a gun
the longer they stand there, vash crying and shaking but gun oh so steady in practiced hands, and wolfwood trying to get some kind of recognition from him what was that he'd said about a memory to bring back his true self? and eventually wolfwood moves to acceptance. he knew he would die someday. with his positon? it was a given. but wait, no, he cant accept this. vash swore to never kill, and wolfwood would never be able to let the only person vash personally delivers to hell be himself, that'd hurt vash far too much, even if he can't tell now
he doesn't really know why, but wolfwood starts humming. maybe a final attempt to comfort himself before the end. maybe to try and get vash to have any other look on his face than that blankness woldwood always hated that look. nothing never was a good look on vash, on this bright vibrant alive angel of a man hell, maybe wolfwood just wanted to face his end creating something, after destroying so much in his short life. a final attempt at repentance.
so wolfwood hums.
the very same tune he heard fall from vash's own lips while wolfwood pretended to be asleep as to not startle the soft, melancholy creature that would emerge from vash in the solitude of a silent night, under the watchful eye of the stars vash came from.
so wolfwood hums.
knives freezes. the satisfied grin falling from his face. leaving it slack with rage and something that looks tragically like nostalgia and grief (of a childhood, of simpler long abandoned.)
wolfwood shifts his gaze back to vash as if he could ever tear them away from that beautiful face for even a moment. he tries to burn this angels face into his mind. those blue eyes, always filled with an ocean deep, unending grief that wolfwood had only just began to lighten if only he had more time. the gentle slope of his cheekbones, pale and soft despite a centure of pain in an unforgiving desert the planes of vash's face always fit so nicely against his shoulder, his chest, his lap. the arching brows that would shoot up in theatric shock at the smallest hint of dumbfuckery vash had mentioned wanting a piercing there, once. when they were nearing the bottom of a bottle in some forgotten nowhere town. he would have dragged Nick along with him, to hold his hand. the same hand that had the barrel of a gun leveled at wolfwoods chest. the soft point of his nose wolfwood booped it once. vash practically flipped over backwards, adorably wide eyed and flushed the rest of the day. wolfwood pretended he didn't. seeing vash touching the same spot over and over again for the rest of the night. wolfwood made a point of doing it as often as possible after that.his eyes traced the sharp edge of vash's jaw which always dug into wolfwoods shoulder on long rides, bony asshole, but fit so nicely in his hand. finally, wolfwoods gaze, still humming like a funeral march, reached vash's lips, and the train of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, slack and blank like the rest of vash's face and wasn't that just awful. blank never was a good look on vash, on this bright, vibrant, alive, angel of a man. a smile was better. come on darlin', smile. you always look best wearin' a smile wolfwood traces those lips with his eyes what he wouldn't give to do it one last time with his fingertips, his tongue. God what he wouldn't give to kiss those lips again, always so petal soft despite decades in the sun
blood drips from vash's mouth, spilling like ruby tears onto that coat of red this tragic angel always wraps himself in. drops disappearing, hidden from view swallowed up and squirreled away like so much of vash's pain, as soon as they meet the crimson fabric.
wolfwood hums.
knives rages nai remembers.
and vash screams
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i think illuminated manuscripts look so cool but I know basically nothing about them. they're generally religious and instructed to be done as a serious job? how do the funky lil fellas and creachures fit into the neat serious calligraphy and opulent initial letter stuff? (did they not get in trouble for adding those?) please enlighten me, if you are willing 💖✨
Sorry this is gonna be long! but here's the gist of it:
- many of the illuminated books we see, especially the more fun and fancy ones, are books of hours or other books for personal use like the ones below which, while religious, were commissioned by individual (wealthy) people and thus were a bit more ornamented and full of fun marginalia because they're for specific people's usage (and illumination is expensive!)
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-you've also got bestiaries like the ones below (and botanical texts, etc), which also have to have fun little images to show you what the animals/plants/etc look like (or... not, as is the case with the little newt here)
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-and then you have de luxe manuscripts, which were also usually tied to wealth (bejeweled bindings made of gold! gilded lettering with intricate decoration! very pricy)
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I will say that a lot of the reason why you see so many of these more decorated or illustration-heavy manuscripts is 1) because they're a lot more visually interesting than just script on the page, although I'd say that that is VASTLY more common (especially for just regular use religious texts where you'd see rubrication [red ink] and maybe some cool decorated initials in red and blue, but usually just plain script) and 2) because the extant manuscripts skew heavily toward the later middle ages (the decoration like in the heart-shaped MS above is pretty typical to 14th and 15th century MSS, and the later middle ages also saw a general increase in illuminated MSS), where book production was also becoming more and more secular as well as religious (shoutout to the 12th century for the universities and the later middle ages for specific workshops dedicated to producing manuscripts both secular and like books of hours, etc)
there are certainly religious texts and secular texts that are serious and don't have much in terms of marginalia, especially when you're looking at earlier MSS or things that had regular use like texts used in the church or in monasteries by bishops or cantors etc. A lot of the more highly decorated religious books were display gospels like the Book of Kells or the Lindisfarne Gospels, or illuminated bibles
also it's unlikely that in the production of MSS that people were getting in trouble for illumination because it was usually heavily planned out (one guy works on the text, a rubricator goes in and adds the red text, and then the illuminator adds the illustrations, which the previous guys have left space specifically dedicated to). you might have some later person doodling in the margins of an earlier text, but if it's original to the manuscript it was probably planned to be there!
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Zabidiel - Dádiva de Deus.
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Zabidiel is a name of Hebrew origin, which has the meaning "gift from God". There is not much about this name on the internet. The only mention of there being a person with that name is from a singer from Puerto Rico.
Zabidiel é o nome de origem hebraica, que tem o significado "dádiva de Deus". Não há muito sobre esse nome na rede da internet. A única menção de haver uma pessoa com esse nome é de um cantor de Porto Rico.
I just read a book recommended by Master Osvaldo Polidoro, in his book "Eternal Gospel and Prodigious Prayers" called "LIFE BEYOND THE VEIL - Book II" - a collection of 5 books talking about spiritual planes, written by Reverend G. Vale Owen, who had the gift of mediumistic writing.
Eu acabei de ler um livro indicado pelo mestre Osvaldo Polidoro, no seu livro "Evangelho Eterno e Orações Prodigiosas" chamado "A VIDA ALÉM DO VÉU - Livro II" - uma coletânea de 5 livros falando dos planos espirituais, escrito pelo reverendo G. Vale Owen, que tinha o dom da escrita mediúnica.
Zabidiel was the spirit that transmitted to the reverend what his work was like on the spiritual plane, in the sphere (heaven) in which he lived - in the 10th sphere. He also brought information about his work, helping those spirits who received the help requested by order of the Law of God.
Zabidiel foi o espírito que transmitiu para o reverendo como era o seu trabalho no plano espiritual, na esfera (céu) em que ele morava - na 10ª esfera. Ele também trouxe informações sobre o seu trabalho, auxiliando aqueles espíritos que recebiam a ajuda solicitada por ordem da Lei de Deus.
The book also provides details of how the reverend carried out this exchange between plans to receive the information passed on by Zabidiel.
O livro também trás detalhes de como era passado como o reverendo fazia esse intercâmbio entre os planos de receber as informações passadas pelo Zabidiel.
It was a little publicized book, because of the prejudice on the subject in the Western world - religious institutions do not admit the existence of the afterlife, and when they do, they limit themselves to recognizing only heaven and hell. Talking about the subject today is easier, but at the beginning of the last century it was much more complicated.
Foi um livro pouco divulgado, por causa do preconceito sobre o assunto no mundo Ocidental - as instituições religiosa não admitem a existência da vida pós morte, e quando reconhecem, limita-se à reconhecer apenas o céu e o inferno. Falar do assunto hoje é mais fácil, mas no início do século passado era bem mais complicado.
If you want a copy, I recommend the website divinismo.org - which has the link to download the 5 books.
Quem quiser uma cópia, indico o site divinismo.org - que tem o link para o download dos 5 livros.
People urgently need to rediscover the straight path and know that their actions will determine what their passage will be like at the moment of disincarnation, whether they will be assisted and sent to higher heavens or whether they will be drawn into places of pain and grinding of teeth.
As pessoas precisam urgente reencontrar o reto caminho e saber que as suas ações determinarão como será a sua passagem no momento do desencarne, se serão assistidos e encaminhados para céus mais elevados ou se será atraído para licais de dor e ranger dos dentes.
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I literally can't listen to Unchained Melody without fucking sobbing
this won't help because it's a you-had-to-be-there kind of story, and possibly you also have to know my dad, but imma tell it anyway - one time when i was a kid, and visiting him in the summer, the righteous brothers version of that song came on the radio in his truck. and i had just seen the movie ghost for the first time (which my mom regretted because she felt i was too young for it, but it was one of her good friend's favorite movie), and it had low-key freaked me out. not patrick swayze or demi moore or whoopi of course, but the malevolent spirits that, like, tear ghosts away? (i've seen it since, but it's been a loooong time.) anyway, i associated the song with the movie, so i asked him to turn the station. or maybe i had a tape with me, i subjected him to my music however i could haha. we were going to the grocery store. we shop, we get out to the parking lot, and he's going to take the groceries out of the cart, and he acts like he's going to ask me to do something, and instead launches into this very loud, very dramatic rendition of unchained melody. in the parking lot. my dad is a boisterous, gregarious (and can be confrontational) person (and my mom is a great people person, how they got a painfully shy introvert as a daughter is anyone's guess), and he loves to sing. at a volume. he's filled in for the cantor at shul. he never quite understood my stage fright with my own singing, and tbh a big dose of that fearlessness really would've helped me. but imagine being, idk, at most ten years old, and your dad is like, "ohhhhhhhh myyyyyy LOOOOVE MY DAAARLIN' i've hungered for your TOUUUCH a long, lonely tiiiime. TIIIIIIIME GOOOOOES BY so sloooowwwly and time can do so much, are you STILL *MIIIIIIIINE*?" deranged behavior. but i was basically crylaughing. and i'm like, what on earth, why would you do it that way? and he's like, it was good enough for the king 🤷🏻‍♂️
years pass and i somewhat forget about this, and didn't know the reference (i got the elvis part, but not the specific moment), and at some point as a young teenager, for who knows what reason, i run across the performance from june 26, 1977. as previously mentioned, i was an elvis dabbler growing up as far as the hits go, but didn't know a lot of specifics. his presence was always there in a diaphonous way. so this is...somewhere on the internet in low quality (not youtube! i looked it up, it didn't exist yet? maybe it was a fansite, this would've been around the time a little less conversation was remixed and having a moment), in the middle of the afternoon at my desk in my room after school. i can still picture that room, my chair, the bookshelf. (funny how certain moments are like that - music tends to cement things in my mind more than anything else. there's this lyric from a song called "this is one of those moments" in yentl - i will always remember this chair, that window, the way the light streamed in...). there's no real reason for me to have recall of this, but i do. in the intervening years, unchained melody had remained this hilarious, somewhat embarrassing, image of my father. and this video just...almost hurts too much to look at, it's so heart-shattering. it just had me in tears. and i thought...this isn't something i can delve into right now, and i put it away, as if it went into a box on a shelf in the attic of my head. and he sort of resided there. waiting for the day when it was time to take him down and understand. suffice to say, obviously, he's not waiting up there anymore. he's in the heart chamber now.
it's such a tremendous and yet tremulous performance, it's almost like something in him so incandescent had to blaze forth, had to give that, had to prove it, had to exude the full beauty of his voice, had to be able to smile at that audience in spite of everything. it's very near...how to phrase this? transforming it into a sacred song, it's like he made it gospel. because he had to.
the conclusion here being, yes, same. it breaks me. but the little girl in my memory can still also hear my dad and the giggling, and i don't actually think elvis would mind that part. i think it might make him smile in that same way. so maybe we can hold close to a bit of both. god speed your love to me.
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rafael-oficial · 1 year
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Este será o melhor ano de nossas vidas. 2023. #rockgospel #gospel #rock #musica #guarulhos #guitarra #bateria #cantor #elzafra #church (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm5c7C7OohO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Eis-me aqui pra fazer a tua vontade. E nesta vontade tenho sido santificado pela oerta do corpo de Jesus Cristo, feita ima vez para sempre,pelo que clamo do mais profundo do meu ser. Seja feita a tua vontade em minha vida, de um modo tão perfeito,como ela é feita no Céu, e viverei para a tua glória ! Amém #cantores #música #gospel (em Reviver Representações) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnwthSBLOMB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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cosmichoneyz · 7 months
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"They woke again at seven, stupid with love Everything they knew – the brightest stars, Sirius, Canopus Alpha Centauri, Vega; the Roman Emperors, Claudius Nero, Galba, Otho, Vitellius; musical terms, allegro, calando Crescendo, glissando; mathematics, the value of pi Prime numbers, Cantor’s infinities – only a jumble of words, only a jumble of words."
The Laughter of Stafford Girls' High, Carol Ann Duffy, Feminine Gospels, 2002
I AM STUDYING THIS FOR MY ENGLISH LIT ALEVEL AND THIS IS SO INEFFABLE HUSBANDS CODED. LIKE. THEY LITERALLY MENTION ALPHA CENTAURI. THIS IS A BIT ABOUT TWO LESBIAN TEACHERS IN LOVE BTW. I AM NOT OK
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