Monday, April 9, 2007

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" I am not ashamed of Jesus Christ " were the first words I read in the book by JJ Benitez clearly led me to ponder if I was ashamed. I remember that book intrigued me from school when Claudia told me that because of that could come closer to Jesus and understand the mysteries of his life. Certainly I am not ashamed and smile every time outline someone tells me to thank you for your passion every day is like an accomplice to share with someone is a friend or not, the fact that the believers and that we owe everything we have. On the other hand understand that if my love for God is manifested every time I do well in life and things are at last as I will, the truth is that I assume that God would tell me rightly ... "That's not true ..." and clear, it's so hard to have faith in these times I think that those who faithfully keep the faith, and we should be grateful. I shuddered
PASSION OF CHRIST in the big screen for the shocking and crude e-Mel Gibson, but then criticize me for that and knowing that a man of flesh and bone I had to do was cruxificado tearing of the lashes to value ... I feel guilty sometimes walk past the sad eyes of a Christ magnified by the pain and not its meaning dimension. I think ultimately that my cross is quite small and I by that I do increasingly invisible in the eyes of God because I do nothing special to love him, if the end has given me so much. On TV this weekend saw a man who lacked the minimum material to survive, roof and food, however, even when sheltered from the cold with cardboard and had no more food than a piece of bread in the day, gave thank God that was with him at that time pictured God begging in the street, as he cradled in his arms.
Nothing surprising, nor even a barefoot boy killed by hunger and misery of those who accept what is because they just have air to live. That are narrow, sometimes I think that so many candle lit in the souls of the cemetery are for a cup of tea and bread to the three blocks down the request and do not have.
I'm not ashamed to love Jesus, but do not be ashamed that I use if I complain about anything yet sometimes ... ever this Easter has opened my eyes, I resign myself to the old saying better late than never, and never water the side of Christ's soul cleansed me, making me see that it costs nothing to hand to lift someone and least costly to bow my head to thank and let His will be done. Do not think before that I was an ogre of the neoliberal system, ha ... it's just that I have found Christ and picks up my life here. I will not wear habits that I have it abundantly clear ... a nun or a já hair, but if I do the habit of paying attention whenever I hear it and I get the sorda.Yo I am not ashamed to believe in Christ and need it every day, I'm not ashamed to be happy about it . Happy Easter.