From a sleepless night:
Irremediably I am going to die, although I don’t know when.
I will leave everything and only my soul with me.
Will I take my memories with me, will I travel with what I have learned?
Will I see the world from there? Will I drink malbec or a strong coffee?
Inexorably I will die in this body. And you too in yours.
Like everyone else, from this life my body dies even if I don’t want it to.
Bill Gates will die, Fidel Castro will die, Madonna will die.
Mick Jagger will die, Bono will die, Marfil will die.
Oscar Arias will die, Ottón will die and even Otto Guevara will die.
You will die. I will die. We will all die.
We know it. Nobody disputes it. Death comes and does not warn us.
When death comes, we will only have to die.
There are also promises, there is talk of the hereafter and of another life.
Many insist that we go on, different but alive.
Although I do not like them, there are also versions of eternal death. Death in misery.
I prefer when they talk about being born again and insist on a better life.
The consolation of the living is life that transcends and magnifies.
Hope is life later, which today’s life is passing.
Transitory, pilgrim, traveling and passing is the life we have today.
If I take my soul with me, then why dirty it, contaminate it or make it sick?
And if I take nothing with me, then why do I want it, why do I cling to it?
If my spirit goes with me, I want it noble, I want it full, I want it in peace.
I want it joyful, I want it brave, I want it passionate and conciliated.
When my death arrives, I want myself ready and in order, with my passport endorsed.
Since I don’t know the day, I’d better get ready. The suitcase is not ready yet, I’d better pack.
The trip is certain and that’s why it makes sense to prepare ourselves with truth. Not lies.
Death is coming and I believe that there is no more life except in Christ.
Others will believe in Allah, Buddha or Krishna. I respect them.
Others do not believe in God and refuse his presence. I regret that.
I believe in Christ, in his death and resurrection, in his promise of life.
I am moved by the strength of his life, the passion of his death and the hope in his return.
I embrace his Holy Spirit, his eternal comfort, his loving companionship.
I celebrate the Father, I am fascinated by his Creation, the spectacular design of his wild heart.
I live his promise and in it I discover the life that follows, the life that conquers death.
In Christ I discover the superhero, the trendsetter, the leader who inspires and transforms.
No one more famous in the last 2000 years, no best-seller even close to his.
Hermitages, churches, basilicas, cathedrals, monuments, photos, shirts, bumper-stickers.
Millions of faithful, and millions more everywhere, and I am only one.
His life touches ours, transforms them and lights them with his light forever.
There is no death in Christ and for this I celebrate the life he gives us with his divine sacrifice.
If I take nothing and leave everything, I take his promise and surrender myself to his power.
In the meantime, I live excited by his gifts, the gifts and talents bestowed upon me.
I understand the commitment to have them and so life in abundance is the promise.
Life in abundance that starts with every breath, every blink of an eye, every idea.
Life in abundance in a wheelchair, in tennis running, in health or illness.
Life in abundance to progress, to better ourselves, to be better.
Life in abundance to prosper and share, that there is plenty for everyone.
Such is our life in Christ, and through Him, we shall not die, but have eternal life.
For you, for me, for all who believe in Him.
Life, in abundance.