Why Christ is at the tomb

Speaking of Jesus, Paul writes, and he gave his life for me (Gal 2:20). Each of us can repeat those words of the apostle: for me.

My Jesus,

you have died for me,

how can I doubt your mercy?

And if I can believe in that mercy with a faith 

that teaches me that God has died for me,

how can I not risk everything to return such love?

For me…

Words that wipe away the solitude of the most lonely 

and give divine value

to every person despised by the world.

Words that fill every heart and make it overflow 

upon those who either do not know

or do not remember the Good News.

For me.

For me, Jesus, all those sufferings? 

For me that cry on the cross?

Surely, you will never give up on us.

You will do everything imaginable to save us 

if only because we have cost you so much.

You gave me divine life

just as my mother gave me human life. 

In every moment

you think of me alone,

as you do of each and every person.

This—more than anything in the world—

gives us the courage to live as Christians.

For me. Yes, for me.

And so, Lord,

for the years that remain, 

allow me also to say:

for you.

Servant of God Chiara Lubich