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[erik colina @erikcolina]

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[AmarT @MarisolSte598]

La primera custodia no estaba hecha de oro...
Era María.

[Adam | Faithful Messenger @Adam_FaithfulM]

The story begins where the last miracle ended. Jesus had just fed fifteen thousand people on a hillside, and the crowd, John records, was about to seize Him and make Him king by force. So He did two things quickly. He sent the crowd away, and, Mark says, He "made" the disciples get into the boat and go ahead of Him across the lake. The Greek is forceful. He compelled them. Then He went up the mountain alone to pray. Remember that detail: the disciples did not sail into the storm through disobedience or foolishness. They sailed into it because Jesus sent them.

The Sea of Galilee is a trap for boats. It lies nearly seven hundred feet below sea level, ringed by hills and steep ravines, and when cool air from the heights pours down through those valleys onto the warm surface of the lake, the wind arrives with almost no warning. Fishermen who have worked that water their whole lives can be caught in minutes. The disciples were experienced men, several of them professional fishermen who had sailed this lake since boyhood, and still Mark describes them "making headway painfully," straining at the oars against a wind that was against them. John gives the distance: they had rowed three or four miles, and were in the middle of the sea, far from either shore.

Now notice the time. Matthew and Mark both record that Jesus came to them in "the fourth watch of the night," the Roman division of the hours between three and six in the morning. They had been fighting that water since evening. Nine hours, perhaps more, of rowing into a headwind in the dark, exhausted, soaked, going nowhere. And Mark adds a detail that is easy to miss: from the mountain, Jesus "saw that they were making headway painfully." He saw them. In the dark, miles out on the water, through a storm, He saw exactly where they were and exactly how hard it was. He was not unaware of the struggle for a single moment of those nine hours. He let it run, and then He came.

He came walking on the sea. And Mark records one of the strangest sentences in the Gospels: "He meant to pass by them." Read quickly, it sounds as if Jesus intended to stroll past the boat and leave them to it. But this phrase is drawn straight from the Old Testament, and every Jewish reader would have felt it. When Moses begged to see God's glory, God said, "I will make all my goodness pass by you." When Elijah stood on Horeb, "the LORD passed by." To "pass by" is the language of God revealing Himself to a human being. And Job, describing the God of creation, wrote: "He alone stretched out the heavens and trampled the waves of the sea... Behold, He passes by me, and I see Him not." Trampling the waves and passing by, in a single passage, centuries before. Mark is not saying Jesus meant to ignore them. He is saying that what walked toward that boat was what Job described.

To understand how staggering this was, you have to know what the sea meant to that world. In the ancient Near East, the sea was not scenery. It was chaos, the abyss, the realm of death and monsters, the thing that God alone could rule. The Psalms say it plainly: "You rule the raging of the sea; when its waves rise, you still them." Psalm 107 describes sailors in a storm, at their wits' end, crying to the LORD, and "he made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed... and he brought them to their desired haven." In the entire Old Testament, walking on the sea is something only God does. A man doing it is either a phantom or something the disciples had no category for. They chose phantom. Matthew says they cried out in fear, "It is a ghost!"

Then Jesus spoke: "Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid." In the Greek, "it is I" is ego eimi, "I AM," the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush when Moses asked His name. It can simply mean "it's me," and in a storm at night, that is surely how it sounded. But John's Gospel builds its entire portrait of Jesus around those two words, and Isaiah had promised, "When you pass through the waters, I will be with you." Take heart. I AM. Do not be afraid. Whether or not the disciples caught it in the moment, the God who parted the Red Sea was identifying Himself on the surface of the Galilee.

Only Matthew records what happens next, and it is the reason this story has never left the church's imagination. Peter, terrified a moment ago, calls out across the water: "Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water." Consider what he is asking. Not "make the storm stop." Not "come get us." He asks to be commanded to walk out into the impossible. And Jesus says one word: "Come."

Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water. Do not rush past that. For a few steps in the pitch dark, on a storm-tossed sea, a Galilean fisherman did what only God does. He is the only human being in history, apart from Jesus, of whom that is recorded. Everyone remembers that Peter sank. Almost no one remembers that he walked, and the eleven men who stayed in the boat did not.

Then Matthew tells us exactly what went wrong, in one clause: "But when he saw the wind, he was afraid." The wind had been there the whole time. It was blowing when he stepped out. Nothing about the storm changed; what changed was where Peter was looking. As long as his eyes were on Jesus, the sea held him. The moment he turned to the size of the storm, it took him. And as he went under, he prayed the shortest and most honest prayer in the Bible: "Lord, save me!"

Three words. And Matthew records Jesus' response with one more: immediately. "Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him." He did not let Peter go under to teach him a lesson. He did not wait for a better prayer. Before the sentence was finished, the hand was already on him. Then the rebuke, and notice what it is not: "O you of little faith, why did you doubt?" He does not say, "Why did you get out of the boat?" The stepping out was never the mistake. The word for "doubt" here, distazo, means to be pulled in two directions, to waver between two footings. Peter had not stopped believing; he had started believing two things at once, Jesus and the wind. Little faith is not no faith. It is faith that has begun looking elsewhere.

They climbed into the boat together, and the wind stopped. Not died down. Stopped. And the men in the boat, who had spent three years watching Him, did something Matthew has not recorded them doing before: they worshiped Him, and said, "Truly you are the Son of God." John adds one more sign, easy to miss: "immediately the boat was at the land to which they were going." The three miles they could not row in nine hours were crossed in an instant. He brought them to their desired haven, exactly as the Psalm had promised.

For many people, this is the most cartoonish miracle in the Gospels, a man strolling on a lake. But read it in its own language, and it is a declaration of deity: the One who tramples the waves and passes by, who says I AM across the chaos, who stills the storm with His presence and lands the boat before the oars can move. Peter did not ask a philosopher for permission to step onto the water. He asked God.

Here is what it means for you. The storm you are in may be one He sent you into, on the way to where He told you to go. He sees you in it; He has seen you the whole time. He tends to come in the fourth watch, the darkest hour, when you have been rowing so long that you have nothing left. And when He calls you out of the boat, and you start to sink because you looked at the wind, the prayer that works is three words long, and the hand is already reaching before you finish it.

He never once let Peter go under. He will not let you.

Jesus is the I AM who walks on the waves.

[Bécquer 🇪🇸✒🔡 @GustavoAdolf_]

En el año 2018, un burro 🫏 llamado Diesel se extravió en las inmediaciones del Bosque Nacional Shasta-Trinity, en California🇺🇸. Tras una intensa búsqueda que no dio frutos, su propietario terminó por perder toda esperanza de encontrarlo. No obstante, años más tarde se produjo un hallazgo insólito: el atleta y cazador Max Fennell se topó con una estampa sorprendente. Diesel pastaba con total tranquilidad en medio de una manada de alces, perfectamente integrado.
Lejos de sufrir en solitario en la naturaleza, el animal se había adaptado por completo, comportándose como un miembro más del grupo al caminar, comer y seguir el ritmo de sus nuevos compañeros. Aunque parezca increíble, tiene una explicación: los burros son seres sumamente gregarios. Diesel simplemente encontró en los alces aquello que todos necesitamos: seguridad y compañía. Al final, nos deja una profunda lección: el hogar no es un punto en el mapa, sino el lugar donde nos acogen y nos cuidan tal y como somos, sin importar las diferencias.

[Don Baloncesto @DonBaloncesto]

En 1996 nadie lo quiso en el Draft por ser un pívot "bajo de estatura" (2.06 m) y por venir de Virginia Union, una universidad pequeña de División II. Se fue a probar a Italia y lo cortaron tras un solo partido.
Sin rendirse, volvió a EE. UU. a pelear un puesto en el campamento de los Washington Bullets. Quisieron ponerlo a jugar de alero, pero él se aferró a lo suyo: defender duro, bajar rebotes y meter tapones. A pura garra se quedó con el último lugar del roster.
16 años después, ya consagrado como campeón de la NBA y 4 veces Jugador Defensivo del Año, se retiró en 2012 con los Pistons.
En su último juego en The Palace, salió de la duela ovacionado, acomodándose la mítica banda de la cabeza por última vez y dejando el récord de más partidos jugados en la historia y cuatro All-Star consecutivos para un jugador no drafteado.
🎂 Hoy es momento para celebrar en su cumpleaños al primer y único integrante del Salón de la Fama no seleccionado en el draft NBA.

[Marc Bartra @MarcBartra]

Una de las noches más bonitas de toda mi carrera. GRACIAS EQUIPO, GRACIAS BETIS!!!! ✨💚 @ChampionsLeague @RealBetis

[Not Gaetti @notgaetti]

We need to stop pretending that Babe Ruth, who dominated the competition of his day by a margin unseen before or since, by any athlete in any sport, wouldn't have been able to play today. In 1920, he single-handedly hit more home runs than 14 of the other 15 *teams* in baseball. He was head and shoulders above everyone else.

Had Ruth been born in 1995 instead of 1895, he'd be using a modern bat, not a 46-ounce tree trunk. He'd be a billion-dollar investment that his bosses would surround with the best training and resources money can buy, like the Dodgers do with Ohtani.

Or if you want to level the playing field in the other direction, send today's pitchers back in time to play under the conditions of the day. Send Jake deGrom back to the days before Tommy John surgery and let me know if he's still playing at age 38. The truth is he never would have even made the big leagues in the first place, because he had his *first* elbow surgery in the minors.

You have two choices: you either give Babe Ruth the benefit of every modern convenience that today's pitchers have, or you send today's pitchers back to an era without air travel, elbow surgery, or a new baseball any time they want one.

Either way, Ruth wins.

[Fernanda Tanaka @fernandatanaka_]

Esses são os pés de Santa Teresa de Calcutá.
Ficaram deformados porque quando ela recebia doações de sapatos, primeiro distribuía os melhores entre os pobres e depois usava o que sobrava.
Santa Teresa encontrou a sua forma de lavar os pés dos seus irmãos, servindo-lhes com amor!

[miguel ángel quintana paz @quintanapaz]

«Pronto tendremos sacerdotes reducidos al papel de trabajadores sociales y el mensaje de fe reducido a una visión política».

Joseph Ratzinger (luego Benedicto XVI), «Fe y futuro», 1969.

[CATERINA VALENTINO @CATERINAV]

#26Ago #Reflexion

[CATERINA VALENTINO @CATERINAV]

#25Ago Primero fue la MODA de los “terians”; ahora “FARMEAR AUREA”.

Ojalá se ponga de MODA ser disciplinado para ser un GRAN ATLETA.
Estudiar para ser un CIENTÍFICO.
Cultivar una carrera para ser un gran DIRECTOR.

Ojalá las modas pasen de moda y volvamos a enfocarnos en lo IMPORTANTE.

[Manuel Correa @mancorre]

Por un radiecito así, "veía" los juegos de los Yankees, en especial las Series Mundiales, antes de Bill Mazeroski.
Y Buck Canel decía "No se vayan que esto se pone bueno".

[Uche is a girl 🇻🇦 @UcheMaryOkoli]

Asking a Catholic; "Do you read the Bible?" Is like asking a fish if it knows how to swim.

You forget that the reason why you have the Bible today is because of the Catholic Church and the reason why you can even read it today and understand it is because St. Jerome spent over 30 years translating and revising the Bible.

You people don't have respect at all.

[Reporte Ya @ReporteYa]

#22Ago #Táchira
@InesBetancur1: 📍 La Grita, Táchira, Venezuela

Enterrada viva... pero se negaron a dejarla atrás.

Una yegua quedó atrapada a más de 2 metros de profundidad después de que un tramo de camino de tierra cediera bajo sus patas en La Grita, Táchira, Venezuela.
Estaba parcialmente enterrada y demasiado agotada para liberarse sola.

Bomberos y vecinos iniciaron entonces una carrera contra el tiempo: retiraron con cuidado la tierra que la cubría y liberaron sus patas delanteras.

Al ver que no tenía fuerzas para salir, aseguraron su cuerpo con cuidado y usaron una retroexcavadora para sacarla del hueco lentamente.

🐴 Y llegó el momento que todos esperaban: estaba libre. Un veterinario la revisó y fue devuelta sana y salva a su dueño.

♥️ Este rescate nos recuerda que salvar a un animal exige paciencia, trabajo en equipo y compasión. Cuando un animal no puede salvarse solo, nosotros nos convertimos en su única esperanza.

[Detroit Tigers @tigers]

for Venezuela 🇻🇪❤️

@TorresGleyber

[MelGibson @MelGibson_5a]

Hail Mary,
full of grace;
the Lord is with you.
Blessed are you
among all women,
and blessed is the fruit
of your womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen. 🙏

[Manuel Correa @mancorre]

Los Yankees perdieron algo esencial que los diferenciaba de todos los demás equipos, cuando permitieron las barbas a sus peloteros.

[Andrés Cuevas @ancuevasm]

🇵🇱 Polonia acaba de levantar algo que parece sacado de otra época.

Hoy, 15 de agosto, solemnidad de la Asunción de la Virgen María, se bendice en Konotopie la monumental imagen de la Virgen de la Misericordia.

55,6 metros de altura.

Es ya la imagen mariana más alta de Europa, superando incluso monumentos que durante años parecían inalcanzables.

Pero lo verdaderamente interesante no es solo su tamaño.

La construcción comenzó en 2025 y fue impulsada por Roman y Grażyna Karkosik como un voto de agradecimiento. La inspiración fue una pequeña imagen de la Virgen venerada en el santuario local.

Para levantarla se utilizaron alrededor de 2.500 m³ de hormigón y en su interior se ha previsto incluso un ascensor hasta una terraza panorámica.

Y hoy, en la fiesta de la Asunción, el monumento será solemnemente bendecido después de una Misa presidida por el obispo de Włocławek.

En una Europa que tantas veces parece olvidar sus raíces cristianas, resulta profundamente simbólico contemplar una imagen de María elevándose 55,6 metros sobre el paisaje polaco.

No para sustituir a Cristo.

Sino para recordar aquello que María dijo en Caná:

«Haced lo que Él os diga».

Porque toda verdadera devoción mariana termina señalando hacia Él.

🙏✝️

[C² @cecarrasquel_]

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