Chronicles

My history with the Order of DeMolay began many years ago, when I was still a high school student at Dom Bosco College in Petrolina. On that occasion, I was invited to attend a lecture where young men, in the same age group, explained the purpose of the Order and concluded by inviting us to the selection process. I was enchanted and accepted! It is not for nothing: a worldwide fraternity of good young men, lads, which aims to form good men and good leaders. How could I refuse? ...

So I arrived there, at that temple whose floor was packed dirt, the seats were old school chairs, and the ceiling was the starry sky — certainly, there are no paintings or stained glass in the World that surpass that setting. My “beginning” of the Christian walk happened there, at the Tabuleiro Church; a remote neighborhood, unassisted and full of stories of violence. The pastor, a short potbellied man with a striking mustache and an out-of-tune voice, in whose resume he liked to emphasize the experience of having been a shepherd of real sheep. ...

I recently attended a meeting where men dedicated to promoting the general welfare were advising their president, whose head hung heavy, weighed down by various important issues. Although it was a special moment, one of these counselors caught my attention with his relaxed and free-spirited perspective on the various problems presented. Later, while many dedicated themselves to wine and gluttony, I continued to observe my hosts. — Will you not partake of the meat, my brother? — the counselor interjected. ...

Upon returning to Sobradinho, I found, of course, a different place, and it seemed to be for the worse. So, I immediately did what many of us do when we are dissatisfied with something: I complained, and a lot! But, if we are honest, we will see that many of the complaints we make are not directed at anyone or even at people who can do anything about them. I’ll say more: if we are honest, we will see that often we don’t even know why we complain so much. The worst part is that we always place the blame, or the responsibility, on other people, be they politicians, businessmen, corporations, etc. ...

Hello, everyone! How are you doing? I want to share a small experience with you, one of those not-so-rare moments of childhood wisdom. Today my 5-year-old son couldn’t go to school because he was feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing serious, he just woke up with a stuffy nose, so we decided to let him rest. We were saying our goodbyes as I was leaving for work. The news was on TV, I sat down and pulled him onto my lap for a cuddle and a few minutes of negotiation: ...