A conversation with the God
You wept as I did
You were not a demiurge of the Greek mythology; You were not an Überman of the Masonic Enlightenment, but a Man like the others, with the same feelings, the same needs of the hearth, the same thoughts of the mind.
Only the sin was not in You, everything You could but to sin. And You took the sin on Your Cross to cancel it.
We should have been convinced that only through our human reality we would be able to reach the Father, as You did through Yours.
Donate me, Jesus, the strength of facing with dignity the hardness of life, without drawing back in front of the fear or the tears caused to me.
Help me to avoid a childish over-confidence or a stoic impassibility, they both didnt find a place in Your life.