Some phone calls are routine. Some are quick exchanges of information. But every once in a while, there is a call that stays with you long after the line goes silent—quietly reminding you of the hope of eternal life. Recently, I received a call that broke my heart. I was asked to call someone to get some information. It was supposed to be a simple conversation—something brief and practical. Toward the end of the call, I said the usual words we say to someone who is unwell: “Pagaling po kayo.” I expected a polite “thank you” or maybe a hopeful response. But the man replied quietly, “Naku, hindi na ako…