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Why Do Bad Things Happen to Good People? (part 1)

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That Extrange Race of Visionaries

That Extrange Race of Visionaries ! "A hero was in his / her future already ". Across the years, I'm still being wondered by the way that people have misunderstood the word "visionary". Any person who builts a prominent church or starts a new project, is not nominated to be part of the gallery of those who can see farther than anyone else. The visionary breathes, sleeps, dreams, eats, laughes and cries through his/her vision. He/She doesn't want to start something because the sunday's preaching touched his/her heart. He/She walks on the supernatural, though the world be a mess around him/her. I want you to see it at this way: God has no birthdays, hasn't to celebrate anniversaries, is not ruled by the clock. The Maker had solved the sin's issue already, even before Adam and Eve sinned. Time is a capsule for the man but not for God. He is in your present, your past and your future. It seems some petty-minded, too much logical maybe,

Saving Private Ryan - "A hero has a purpose which to live"

Saving Private Ryan -  "A hero has a purpose which to live" A man is walking among the tombs, bowed and quiet. An autumn breeze flows in the cold cementery. He is nearer of the end than the beginning of the life. He lives his last years, the old age, the experienced ones. He seems tired, but is making an effort to walk. Behind him, those who seem his relatives are watching him with the deepest respect. The gentlemen bows on a tomb. The stone has the name of a U.S Army's lieutenant marked on it. Not any lieutenant! For the old man, that tomb belongs to the one who crossed the entire map in World War II for bringing his freedom back. Many years ago, the U.S Goverment had revised the files, and found out that one mother had lost her four sons in the battlefront, and they realized that it wasn't fair for the mother losing her fifth boy under the army's flag. The wanted to indemnify to the old woman somehow, and the best way was searching her last son in the mid