Joseph Campbell

O homem, reconciliando-se com a fé, que se lhe esmorecia, sente-se ajoelhado ao céu no fundo misterioso de si mesmo.

Salmos, Antigo Testamento, SL, 27:7

Salmos, SL, 27:7, Ouve, Senhor, a minha voz; eu clamo; tem compaixão de mim e responde-me.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Nota: Trecho do sermão Uma esposa excelente, dado em 8 de maio de 1988.

Veja a sua vida. Existe algo que você ama mais que Cristo? Existe algo que você queira mais que Cristo? Existe alguém que você queira servir mais do que a Cristo? Alguém que você queira honrar mais do que a Cristo? Alguém que você queira proclamar mais do que a Cristo? Se existe, você perdeu seu primeiro amor…

Ser grande significa ser incompreendido.

Amai quem vos resiste e acreditai em quem vos censura.

Tito, Novo Testamento, TT, 2:1

Tito, TT, 2:1, Mas você ensine o que está de acordo com a sã doutrina.

Não há nada de errado em ter um pouco de medo. Ele nos mantém vivos, certo?

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 13:27

Jó, JÓ, 13:27, Também prendes os meus pés com correntes, observas todos os meus caminhos e traças limites à planta dos meus pés,

Vida repensada noite de insônia manhã cansada