Conclusive proof of life after death

If I ex-ist there must have been a time when I was "ist ". I am no longer "ist" therefore I ex-ist. The only way I can cease to ex-ist is if I become "ist" again. Since I have no intention of doing so and have no idea what it is then I can never cease to ex-ist.
QED

A Christmas Prayer

Christmas is a time, a season, a holiday.
Time to be with family, to give and receive, to eat and drink.

Jesus the immortal become mortal.
Jesus the infinite become finite.

Houses festooned with lights.
Shops filled with things.

Jesus unadorned.
Jesus emptied of all.

Nativity scenes with shepherds, kings and animals.
Pantomimes with dames, principal boys and villains.

Jesus utterly dependent.
Jesus able only to breathe.

Snow scenes, reindeer and robins.
Dozens of cards on a string.

Jesus.
Jesus Christ.

Santa’s grotto, elves and fairies.
Sleigh bells, fir cones and paper chains.

Jesus
O Jesus.

Hearts adorned with festive cheer.
Minds filled with busyness.
Covering the dark recesses of loneliness, fear and disappointment.

To the one who knows. To the one who was a child. To the one who bore our pain.
We unwrap our hearts to expose the gift that lies within.
Who else would accept our gift?
Who else would accept loneliness with gratitude?
Who else would accept fear with rejoicing?
Who else would accept disappointment with hope?

And then in the deepest darkest corner is our grief, our desolation, our desperation. You will not accept that as our Christmas gift, so we do not offer it. It remains lurking until another Christmas and we pack the tears of another year on top.

Jesus.
Disappointed.

Is our gift not good enough?
Did you want something else? Or someone else?

Jesus.
Light of the world.

No, not there, don’t go into the darkness. You won’t like it. You won’t like me.
I asked you not to, yet you did. You saw the depths of despair and were not consumed.

Jesus.
Redeemer.
Jesus.

Christmas is a time to receive.
Jesus.