A few days ago, I watched a trailer for a film about the life of Jesus Christ. It was specifically about Jesus being brought before a Roman authority of the time (I'm not sure if it was Pontius Pilate) because He was preaching throughout Galilee. Jesus was taken by one of the Roman guards to this Roman authority (let's say). In the trailer, this guard was a tall, muscular fellow, the type of guard who would protect such an important figure of the kingdom. He grabbed Jesus by the arm and threw Him onto the authority's table. The governor wanted to confirm with Him if it was true that Jesus had been preaching throughout Galilee. Out of nowhere, the peaceful region was experiencing an unprecedented uproar. (Just as it still happens today in some parts of the world when we speak of love). This was against what the Roman authorities wanted for the empire. They preferred little uproar, calmness, and for everyone to accept Roman power.   So, he asked Him if He was the one people called Jesus. He answered yes. He also asked Him if He was responsible for spreading a message that was causing a lot of commotion in Galilee. And once again, He answered yes. Always with polite, direct, and firm responses. So firm that it even made me tremble. Then the conversation shifted from an interrogation to a conversation from a person (the governor) who felt a profound admiration for the man sitting in front of him: Jesus. I won’t go into details of that conversation for two reasons. First, because it won't add any value to what I want to convey in this episode. And second, it would only be a waste of lines and your time. Time that is very precious to all of us! As the conversation was drawing to a close, the governor turned to Him and asked Him to stop what He was doing. If not, he would be forced to take harsher measures and follow the law.   Then, as a gesture of goodwill, the governor turned to Jesus and told Him he would not imprison or whip Him. This time… as long as He stopped!   Jesus responded in the following manner: “I won't promise anything and I won't stay silent because I will continue to do what I came to Earth to do.”   When He finished saying this, my body trembled with fear. My inner self immediately shouted, "Wow, are you crazy? Stay quiet! Say yes. Do you want to get into trouble?” Then I remembered I was talking about Jesus. Jesus wasn't afraid of anything. Those who are afraid are the ones who are reluctant to face what needs to be faced. Not everything life serves us is to our liking, and it is precisely in these moments that we eat without saying, "I don't like it!" Because we are afraid. We all fear something. As the saying goes, "He who has a butt, has fear." This is directly related to the monstrous amount of divorces occurring in the society where I live, at least in the Portuguese society. You will understand more later on. Suddenly, it seems almost all middle-aged couples are getting divorced. At first glance, we might say that nowadays people are less willing to put up with their partners. But the root of the problem if we can say problem, is much deeper than a simple lack of willingness to tolerate the other's personality after some time.   Why is it that in our parents' generation, divorces could be counted on one hand? And now, those who are still together seem to be the "abnormal" ones, rather than those who divorce. Immediately, I thought of several people but particularly of a family member who recently divorced. My cousin Paulo's divorce. It was a bombshell for all of us! Because we all thought they would be together until death. That they would never, ever separate. Wherever they went, there they were. Stuck to each other. Always. Always with their children. But how did this happen? Why did it happen? Well, that's what I'm going to tell you. It's a beautiful and sad story, heavy and with a lovely message for the future. It could be a tragic story, but it isn't because, in the end, love always wins. It's like David throwing the stone into Goliath's head.