🚨🇺🇳 | ÚLTIMA HORA: Se reveló que más de 100 funcionarios de la Organización de las Naciones Unidas mantienen vínculos directos con el grupo terrorista Hamás. La infiltración del organismo es total, dejando al descubierto la complicidad en sus estructuras. En respuesta, Bolivia se ha sumado a Argentina y Estados Unidos para votar en contra de una resolución de la ONU que pretende negar que la UNRWA fue infiltrada por la organización terrorista.
Toda persona es bienvenida a la iglesia. ⛪️
Y a todo cristiano ✝️ se le pide estar en gracia para recibir el sacramento de la comunión.
Sentir atracción por el mismo sexo no es pecado. Tener sexo sí, lo mismo aplica a los héteros fuera del matrimonio.
Pidamos por este padre.🙏🏻
Je gère une salle de sport ouverte 24 heures sur 24. Chaque matin, à 5 h 30, un lycéen passait son badge à l’entrée. Il ne touchait jamais à un seul haltère ni à un tapis de course. Il allait directement aux vestiaires, prenait une longue douche, enfilait un uniforme scolaire soigneusement plié, puis repartait.
Mercredi dernier, le lecteur a affiché un voyant rouge lorsqu’il a présenté son badge. Son abonnement avait été résilié pour défaut de paiement ; son compte accusait un retard de 40 dollars.
Il a regardé la lumière rouge, le visage soudain envahi par la panique. Il sentait comme quelqu’un qui avait passé la nuit dans une voiture surchauffée.
— Je suis désolé, a-t-il murmuré en se retournant pour repartir dans le froid du matin.
Je me suis penché au-dessus du comptoir et lui ai posé la main sur l’épaule.
— Cette machine fait encore des siennes, ai-je déclaré assez fort pour qu’il m’entende.
Je me suis connecté au terminal administratif, ai modifié son statut en « Employé d’entretien », ce qui contournait complètement le système de facturation, puis j’ai imprimé un nouveau badge.
— Celui-ci n’expirera jamais, lui ai-je dit en le lui tendant. Maintenant, va te préparer. Tu ne voudrais pas être en retard pour ton premier cours.
Nous gérons une entreprise pour gagner notre vie, mais nous faisons vivre une communauté pour nous entraider et nous permettre de tenir debout.
#storytime #histoiredemavie
Doctors said his son was brain dead. His father refused to believe it.
The hospital began removing life support and arranged organ donation. The father had no legal say in the decision, so he walked in with a gun, held off a SWAT team for hours, and locked himself in the room with his son. During the standoff, his "dead" son squeezed his hand again and again on command.
He surrendered and spent nearly a year in jail. His son made a full recovery. Today the two run a business together.
Source: Fox News
This is our faith as Catholics, and we are proud to proclaim it.
I believe in one God, the Father Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth, of all things visible and invisible.
I believe in one Lord Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten Son of God,
born of the Father before all ages.
God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God,
begotten, not made, consubstantial with the Father;
through him, all things were made.
For us men and for our salvation, he came down from heaven,
and by the Holy Spirit was incarnate of the Virgin Mary, and became man.
For our sake, he was crucified under Pontius Pilate,
he suffered death and was buried, and rose again on the third day
in accordance with the Scriptures.
He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead
and his kingdom will have no end.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father (and the Son),
who with the Father and the Son is adored and glorified,
who has spoken through the prophets.
I believe in One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. 🔥
I confess one Baptism for the forgiveness of sins
and I look forward to the resurrection of the dead
and the life of the world to come.
Amen.
Nikolai Kondratiev, el visionario que el estalinismo liquidó por desnudar sus delirios económicos
El socialismo soviético, esa maquinaria implacable de dogmas rígidos y represión feroz, siempre trituró a quienes se atrevían a pensar con datos en vez de consignas. Nikolai Kondratiev fue esa molestia insoportable, un economista ruso que se negó a doblar la rodilla ante el fanatismo colectivista.
Nacido el 4 de marzo de 1892, Kondratiev apoyó inicialmente la Nueva Política Económica en los años 20, reconociendo que el mercado ofrecía ciertos ritmos inevitables. Desarrolló su famosa teoría de las ondas largas, ciclos económicos de 50 a 60 años impulsados por innovaciones y capital. Sus análisis, basados en estadísticas muy rigurosas, mostraban que el capitalismo no se derrumbaba de forma definitiva, sino que oscilaba con patrones predecibles. Eso enfureció a los bolcheviques, porque destruía el relato de que la crisis capitalista era el fin definitivo y glorioso del sistema.
En 1928 lo destituyeron de la dirección del Instituto de Coyuntura. En julio de 1930 lo arrestaron, acusándolo falsamente de liderar un inexistente Partido Laborista Campesino, etiqueta fabricada por la policía política. Lo condenaron como «profesor kulak» a ocho años de prisión en 1932. Allí, pese al deterioro físico, siguió trabajando. El 17 de septiembre de 1938, en plena Gran Purga, lo volvieron a «juzgar» y lo fusilaron ese mismo día en el campo de tiro de Kommunarka, cerca de Moscú.
La izquierda marxista-leninista no toleró que un hombre con datos en la mano cuestionara la colectivización forzosa y el desarrollo industrial desequilibrado de Stalin. Sus ideas sobre las ondas largas implicaban que el capitalismo tenía mecanismos de recuperación, algo que convertía en farsa la profecía del colapso inevitable. El régimen inventó conspiraciones para silenciarlo y proteger el mito de la planificación perfecta. Así actuaba el socialismo: primero usaba a los intelectuales útiles, luego los eliminaba cuando dejaban de servir al culto.
Kondratiev demostró con su destino que el comunismo no debate. Ejecuta, tortura, desaparece. Sus ondas largas sobrevivieron al tirano que lo mandó a matar, mientras el experimento soviético terminó en ruina y miseria planificada. El costo real siempre lo pagaron los que se atrevieron a pensar.
🇧🇷| DURÍSIMO GOLPE AL COMUNISTA LULA: La Comisión de Justicia de Brasil acaba de APROBAR la reducción de la edad penal de 18 a 16 años. La propuesta de
Flávio Bolsonaro todavía debe pasar por la comisión especial y el pleno de la Cámara, pero este ya es un TRIUNFO histórico.👏
"Los errores no determinan la identidad"
#PapaLeónXIV
La visita del Papa a esta prisión nos permite tomar conciencia de uno de los tesoros escondidos de la Iglesia Católica: la pastoral penitenciaria. ¡Jesús no deja en la cuneta a nadie!
@CubaOrtografia Te iba a poner la frase que me hace hervir la sangre y los miados, pero las honorables meretrices,niegan rotundamente la maternidad del monstruo.
This is the grandfather who took care of me after my parents passed away; he served in the fire department his entire life. Today he is 101 years old. Your kind greeting is the greatest blessing for him. Thank you! ❤️🙏
A 27-year-old priest knew he was going to die. Three months before he died, he told a fellow priest about it. Calmly, with clarity, not as a guess but as a fact he had accepted. His name was Miroslav.
THE CALLING
He was born in 1920 in a small village in Istria, Croatia. Young and called to serve, he studied in Rome to become a priest. When World War II broke out, he was recalled home and ordained in 1943, in the middle of the war. He became something rare, a priest people actually loved. He brought his parishes alive. He filled them with the sacraments, with faith, with hope. He was fearless and he was gifted. He was just getting started. Then the war ended and a new enemy took control.
THE PRESSURE
Communist Yugoslavia took power in 1945. Their mission was clear: crush the Church, erase it, control it and make it disappear. Bishops were arrested, priests were harassed, beaten and imprisoned. The great Archbishop of Zagreb was thrown into prison. The message was unmistakable, bend to the state, or be destroyed. Most priests learned to stay quiet. It was the only way to survive, Miroslav would not.
THE DEFIANCE
He spoke out, he defended his faith openly. He protected younger priests from persecution. He stood between the state and the people they wanted to break. That made him visible, that made him dangerous. By summer 1947, as he watched the regime tighten its grip, as he saw the danger closing in, something shifted in him. He wasn't afraid. He was ready.
He told his seminarians: “Being a priest means being willing to shed your blood for the faith.” In June, he wrote in his diary to God: “If it is Your will, I wish to come to You as soon as possible.” He knew, and he was at peace.
THE MOMENT
On August 24 1947, he traveled to a small village called Lanisce. His mission was simple. Beautiful, the kind of thing priests have done for centuries: confirm children in the faith. Lay hands on young believers and strengthen them as Catholics. Give them the sacraments the regime wanted stamped out. He did it anyway. In the open and unafraid. After the Mass, he and another priest went to the parish house to confirm those who had arrived late. It was around 11 am in the morning, then the door burst open. A group of Communist supporters stormed in. They seized him. They threw him to the ground and pinned him down. They stabbed him again and again, in the neck. His blood ran across the floor and up the walls. As his life left him, Miroslav cried out twice: “Jesus, take my soul.” Then he was gone.
THE SILENCE
The regime tried to erase him. His family wanted to bury him in his home village and they refused. They made his grave a thing to control, a symbol of their power. For decades, his story survived only in whispers in his own corner of Croatia, among people who loved him and refused to forget. The rest of the world never knew his name.
THE RESURRECTION
Then communism fell and in 2013, 66 years after his death, the truth could finally be told. The Catholic Church declared Miroslav Bulesić a martyr. Blessed, honoured at last.
The ceremony took place in Pula, in an ancient Roman arena built two thousand years before. Twenty thousand people gathered in that amphitheater to say, this man's name will not be forgotten. His blood was not spilled in vain. The men who killed him wanted him erased forever. Instead, his name is now spoken in churches around the world. He could have stayed quiet, played it safe and survived. Instead, he chose to be faithful, to protect others and to stand for something larger than himself. Even knowing the knife was coming.
His crime? Confirming children in their faith. His legacy? A young man who saw his own death approaching and did not blink. Who prayed even as he died. Whose last breath was a prayer, not a scream. “Jesus, take my soul.” They tried to bury him twice. Once in the ground and once in silence, rose above both.
🚨DECEPCIONANTE! LLEGAN NUEVAS MEDICINAS VENCIDAS DESDE LA INDIA
Fuentes vinculadas al Ministerio de Salud informaron que recientemente ingresó al país un nuevo lote de vacunas procedentes de India y que parte del cargamento ya se encuentra en Xela.
La preocupación surge porque, según las fuentes consultadas, indicaron que no se realizó el registro sanitario y la documentación de los lotes.
Se sabe que para evitar inconvenientes han pedido eliminar las fechas de vencimiento de las cajas.
Las vacunas habrían llegado en el marco de gestiones atribuidas a funcionarios del área de Salud, entre ellos Martín Arévalo y Amanda Arévalo, de acuerdo con las versiones recabadas por este medio.
También se reporta preocupación por el abastecimiento de medicamentos para pacientes con VIH, debido a una escasez que ya afecta a distintos centros de salud del país.
Expertos consultados advierten que cualquier medicamento o vacuna sin la trazabilidad y autorización sanitaria podría traer graves consecuencias.
La pregunta es:
¿Cuándo hará pública el Ministerio de Salud la documentación completa sobre estos lotes? ¿Será investigado el nuevo ministro?
@Joaquin_Barnoya@BArevalodeLeon
🚨 BREAKING: OBAMA EXPOSED BY HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD - Barack Obama’s brother Malik Obama has come forward to reveal that when Obama was a State Senator in Illinois, he left his struggling brother and aunt homeless and penniless on the streets. Malik also claimed in a series of tweets that his brother Barack is a Muslim, a homosexual and was NOT born in the USA… but in their home country of Kenya. When Obama’s brother was down on his luck and needed him most, the then-wealthy and privileged Barack Obama said “No” and left his own brother to suffer. So much for “my brother’s keeper”… Barack Obama is an evil snake and we now know that his entire presidency was the greatest fraud ever perpetrated on the American people in the history of our country and he was never even Constitutionally eligible to be President of The United States in the first place. Thank you to Malik Obama for having THE COURAGE to come forward to EXPOSE THE TRUTH about his brother… Based on the pattern of critics and opponents of Barack Obama who have died mysterious unsolved deaths, I truly pray for Malik’s safety. He is a fellow Trump-supporting patriot, by the way… God Bless and may God protect this man.
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