You come in front of a corpse, a dead body, or a pile of dried human bones, and you may wonder how a human being like you has been reduced to such a state. It could be old age, it could be some chronicle decease, it could have been caused by the person himself, or it could have been caused by somebody else and that person was just the victim. But there he is: dead!

He could have been a millionaire, the greatest dictator or the most fanned artist… he could have even been the best and greatest medical expert who managed to find treatment to so many human health problems; he could have been a scientist in genetics, who have succeeded to give birth to a child according to the specifications of his clients… Yet, now, there he is: dead!

Who is the Lord of Life? Who can gather the bones back together and give them life again?

There must be someone. Maybe the same one who gave them life in the first place.

We know that new life, resurrection, has to be a gift. Otherwise, there is no way of acquiring it. We know that: once you die, there is no way of coming back to life, unless someone, the Lord of Life, gives you that gift. We know that.

However, the life we still enjoy, we rarely think of it as a gift. Also this life that we possess was freely given to us as a gift. A gift from the Lord of Life.

There must be someone who is the Lord of Life, who gives life as a gift. He either gives it himself directly, or empowers someone else to give it in his name.

When we are dead, without life, physically or metaphorically, there is nothing we can do but wait for the gift of life; there is nothing we can do but trust in the Lord of Life. In his mercy, may he look at our corpse or dried bones and breathe on us the breath of life, or call us to come out of our tomb!