Today we went to see Son of God and is one of those movies that you know the beginning, the plot and the ending but somehow you wished you could change the way it happened. You wish you could prevent from having Christ suffer so much. You want God to save him from all that but it always ends the same way. He dies but what is even more important is that he is resurrected. He is now living and he is going to be back again. I have faith that he knows me, and he knows that I love him. the movie show a woman who goes to clean his face named Veronica and I felt as if she was me. I want to be the kind of woman that he can count on, a true disciple. Some posted this on facebook as a good reminder that He exists and this is what it said:
In a mother’s womb were two babies. One
asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied,
“Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to
prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life
after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”The second said, “I don’t know, but there
will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our
mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking
is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord
supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short.
Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”The second insisted, “Well I think there is
something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this
physical cord anymore.”The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover
if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery
is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and
silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but
certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”The first replied “Mother? You actually
believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”The second said, “She is all around us. We
are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her
this world would not and could not exist.”Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so
it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”To which the second
replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really
listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice,
calling down from above.” - Útmutató a LéleknekThe second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than
here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will
have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with
our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we
need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be
logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s
different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has
no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the
after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes
us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother
and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s
laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of
Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not
exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She
doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you
focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear
Her loving voice, calling down from above.” - Útmutató a Léleknek
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