Yesterday was Portugal's independence day. It marks the day that Salazar, their last dictator, fell. There are streets, pracas (squares?), a bridge, and other things named "April 25th" in honor of the day he fell from power. It marks a turning point in the Portuguese culture and the lives of the people individually. I thought about it yesterday and today and i want so badly to see such a revolution take place again, a spiritual day of freedom of the darkness, the depression, the hopelessness that encompasses them. I want to stand in the square at the entrance of the city and see it filled with people singing praises and praying not to Mary but to God through Jesus Christ. I want the people to know the jubilation and liberty I have experienced in Christ. I want them to be able to say that they count everything a loss (14 months salary every year, their children, their wine, their food, their education, their careers) compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus as Lord.
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