I have the habit of each Easter forward this article, to my dear readers, that I wrote and that was published on Monday April 4, 2002 in Northwest. I transcribe it:
Mary Magdalene goes to the tomb of Jesus Christ and sees that it is empty. The scripture was fulfilled. He rose again on the third day and ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
A fact that marked with a heavenly seal the culmination of the work of God, through his son, and who gives meaning to so much suffering suffered by Him, without deserving it. And it also gives meaning to so much suffering that is suffered in the world full of wars and injustices. A fact that had as its precedent death on the cross.
Death, that each one of us will also suffer and that I am afraid to write about it, since the fear of death is not just anything. First because it is inevitable, and second because, as a sinner that I am, I am intimidated by the “issue” that I have to account for my actions in this life. And I may not free her…
Death that has been present since Adam's sin, and that has been manifested by billions of ceres that have circulated on planet Earth. Who have walked, eaten, worked, laughed, cried like me. And all of them have already passed and have fallen into oblivion.
After me other generations will come; that do not yet exist and, however, will one day parade across the Earth. The streets of Culiacán will be crowded with them. They will travel to Mazatlán to have fun, they will work daily to be able to eat, they will get angry and happy. They will study and talk. Everything will be filled with an innumerable crowd, happy, restless and suffering. And I'll be there to see it happen! And they won't even know that I have existed. What an adventure this is, of living and dying!
Adventure that I refuse to understand without the hope of resurrection. As Paul said, “without the resurrection our faith is vain.” And the world and life would be meaningless, I would add.
The empty tomb of Jesus appeases fear. And I say “appease” because it is not true that it is suppressed in its entirety, in the end we are human…, The horror that is experienced in the face of death is not just anything. My death, and that of my neighbors, is softened when we understand that Christ defeated death, and with that he opened to us the hope that there is something beautiful beyond it. Hope that will surely make us truly free and happy in his company, if we escape it, in that judgment that scares me so much, for all eternity.
The empty tomb of Jesus is the ultimate symbol of hope for humans. It justifies the joy I feel when I wish all my brothers: Happy Easter…!
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