28. Like a rushing torrent is his breath, rising up to the neck, shaking the nations as in a sieve of destruction, putting the bit of his bridle between the jaws of the peoples causing them to err and stray.





“Não se desencoraje, pois, se na alma existe o contínuo esforço de melhorar, no final o Senhor a premia fazendo nela florir, de repente, todas as virtudes como num jardim florido.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina