In the light of Christ’s death and resurrection, Lent stops being a gloomy season and becomes a decisive encounter. The cross reveals a love so concrete that it refuses to remain abstract: it stretches out its arms toward you personally, asking for trust, not perfection.
When we dare to look at the Crucified and say, “This was for me,” something in us breaks-and begins again. Guilt loosens. Despair cracks.
Prayer, then, is no longer a cold duty but a trembling conversation between friends. Before God, we bring our
sins not as trophies of failure but as places where his mercy can enter. In that face-to-face, the lie that we are self-made collapses. We discover that our life springs from a Father who wants us alive, free, and joyful in abundance. In touching Christ’s wounds in the suffering around us, we slowly realize: resurrection is already starting within.
