Easter

 

Today I gave myself the time to watch 'The Bible' series.

The story told in scriptures couldn't be more real to our time...
Across ancient times many men ruled the world, claimed themselves as kings. Perpetrated all kinds of cruelties guided by greed, power, money, intolerance, selfishness. What drove these madness? Fear. Fear lies within us and lead us to make all kinds of atrocities to human kind. Fear to loose power. Fear to loose money. Fear to loose the loved one.

People are people.
The more afraid they are,
The more stupid they are.

 

Let's think about Judas, who betrayed Jesus Christ with a kiss. A kiss! Isn't that curious? How much betrayal these days often happens with a kiss. The simplest gesture of affection, yet so full of meaning. Nowadays we do exactly the same. Betray one another in kisses. But Judas hanged himself to death, filled with shame. Shame that we seemed to forgot what it is. Shame that we do not feel while doing all sorts of cruelties. Not the ones sensed in the flesh, but silent cruelties that touch and wound the soul.
We often sit to see what the men of today keep doing, as those souls who watched Jesus Christ carry His cross in the streets. And nothing is done, out of fear again. And a sense of powerless hands to reason what is right.

Of all the miracles that Jesus made, it often occurred a hand stretched out to help those who were on the ground. To help them to get up on their feet. Because one person needs help to get up and move forward. On other occasion, a man helped Jesus to carry His cross, as if he was saying "I won't let you fall, I won't let you fail". Because one person needs someone to believe in him to carry his own believes. Those who have never sinned can throw the first stone. Judgment is not at our hands to throw upon somebody. None of us is pure of sin.

"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do".

Yes, they don't know what they do, but they should. We should have known from the very start. We needed as much forgiveness then, as we need it now. We are still driven by fear to do all sorts of madness.

 

Suffering produces perseverance
that builts character
which brings hope.

 

I've lost hope many times, but not faith. And those who believe, who live in truth and love, with an open hearth, are those who have to endure most tests and traps. Their endeavor is filled with tears, often out casted from others. Because the mad side brings strength and power and illusions. Which becomes an addiction, as our own brand of heroine.

 

Aren't we all spectators?

Aren't we all blind?