20 seconds erase everything.
The project dreamed of and kept in my heart, the difficult development of a family, a house. The sweaty work, the money saved. The children brought up with great sacrifices, fears, hopes.
20 seconds, and everything is finished.
20 seconds, and only debris on the shoulders and soul.
An earthquake brings you all away. Did you feel immortal, strong, powerful, happy, accomplished.
20 seconds, and everything changed. You do not have anything.
It 's our fragile human condition. "You are like autumn leaves on the trees," sang an Italian poet noted for our sunset in the world. This is our reality: a breath and go back in the dust.
Awareness of this truth must not frighten us nor to subvert our precious life.
Today, Easter, we have the answer. Christ is risen and we together with him to the extent which are close to him.
makes me laugh and a little 'cry to see how some men and women, scientists and politicians, doctors and biologists play God with life and death: children killed by abortion choosing who is worthy to live and who is not; kill human beings in the artificial production of children, when they choose where to give birth and leave as brothers in the freezer, who decide to pull the plug, replacing the One Author of life. These young men play God, but are swept away in just one second from any natural disaster.
make me laugh and a little 'cry even those men who rush a lifetime, but fairly often dishonestly, to accumulate wealth, property, homes, as if they were the only things that count and the only things important to leave to their children. But everything is wiped out in one second from any natural disaster.
Jesus Christ is our only hope. This hope is based on a real historical fact: the risen Christ because each of us can rise again with him if he wants.
We live in this limited time, in a beautiful nature but sometimes murderous, but we do not belong to this life but we are bound to glory, eternal life.
And then worry only to accumulate treasures in heaven, spiritual treasures for us and for our children.
The hope of Easter is for everyone, and especially for those who have lost everything in 20 seconds.
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