James, 1
11. For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
11. For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
“É doce o viver e o penar para trazer benefícios aos irmãos e para tantas almas que, vertiginosamente, desejam se justificar no mal, a despeito do Bem Supremo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina