Today is, for many, a day without irony. It is a day one can see not just daylight through cracks in tomb doors, but can look back into what was their tomb from the satisfying light of a new dawn.
These patterns of light and dark, day and night, life and death happen so regularly that they’re almost not worth mentioning. Except, they are.
The ancients call it Paschal Mystery. A repeating pattern of living and dying and renewing that, through the eternal Christ, is everywhere present, everywhere accessible.
Faith is merely the God-given sight necessary to awaken to it. And Easter is the primal, archetypal key that opens that door.
Today is Easter. Resurrection. All that was dark, dead, hopeless, and not, is brought back into glorious harmony with God and the cosmos. Through Christ, today, we feel its warmth. Today, we know its hope.
Today is for all…
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