Talált 114 Eredmények: crowd

  • Then, when he had drawn near to the gate of the city, behold, a deceased person was being carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the city was with her. (Luke 7, 12)

  • Then, when a very numerous crowd was gathering together and hurrying from the cities to him, he spoke using a comparison: (Luke 8, 4)

  • Then his mother and brothers came to him; but they were not able to go to him because of the crowd. (Luke 8, 19)

  • Now it happened that, when Jesus had returned, the crowd received him. For they were all waiting for him. (Luke 8, 40)

  • For he had an only daughter, nearly twelve years old, and she was dying. And it happened that, as he was going there, he was hemmed in by the crowd. (Luke 8, 42)

  • And Jesus said, “Who is it that touched me?” But as everyone was denying it, Peter, and those who were with him, said: “Teacher, the crowd hems you in and presses upon you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’ ” (Luke 8, 45)

  • But when the crowd had realized this, they followed him. And he received them and spoke to them about the kingdom of God. And those who were in need of cures, he healed. (Luke 9, 11)

  • Then, taking the five loaves and the two fish, he gazed up to heaven, and he blessed and broke and distributed them to his disciples, in order to set them before the crowd. (Luke 9, 16)

  • But it happened on the following day that, as they were descending from the mountain, a great crowd met him. (Luke 9, 37)

  • And behold, a man from the crowd cried out, saying, “Teacher, I beg you, look kindly on my son, for he is my only son. (Luke 9, 38)

  • And it happened that, when he was saying these things, a certain woman from the crowd, lifting up her voice, said to him, “Blessed is the womb that bore you and the breasts that nursed you.” (Luke 11, 27)

  • And someone from the crowd said to him, “Teacher, tell my brother to share the inheritance with me.” (Luke 12, 13)


“O sábio elogia a mulher forte dizendo: os seu dedos manejaram o fuso. A roca é o alvo dos seus desejos. Fie, portanto, cada dia um pouco. Puxe fio a fio até a execução e, infalivelmente, você chegará ao fim. Mas não tenha pressa, pois senão você poderá misturar o fio com os nós e embaraçar tudo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina