I was born in Brazil in 1949 to immigrant parents from Europe who sought refuge to escape the Iron Curtain. Portuguese was my second language and as I recall looking up at the marvelous bluest of skies from the whitest of sand covered beaches, ” Vai com Deus” filters through my bones still.
It means, go with God. That phrase remains in my heart like a prayer.
The beauty of languages in different nations is yet another God given gift to all mankind. It is in communicating with one another that we grow in this spectacular planet. Oh, how I wish oppression did not exist. How did it ever get started and how many more years before humans unite for God in peace, atone for personal wrongs, and agree to live in peace by obedience to the Ten Commandments? Our time is a blink’s time to God. In our time, the holiness is elusive because we are limited. Limits are personal. They are the barriers we scale to overcome the block.