Two weeks from today will be Easter Sunday. Early. But always Easter. A day when triumph won over the trouble for the day. When looking back over the history of civilization, many touch points existed for the celebration of the joy of Easter. Jesus walked the week before the streets of Jerusalem, trodding some of them in pain as he faced the cross. And then in the quiet of the tomb, he arose victorious. No large choir of heavenly angels singing, no loud voice of John the Baptist announcing the arrival of the lamb of God who would take away the sins of the world. This was an arising from the grave. A triumphal entry into history. Arising from the weekend of despair in hell. Breaking off of the fetters of the sin that entangled each one of us.
So as the weekend of Easter approaches, let us each celebrate the rebirth of Christ in our hearts. Just as the buds will be doing. opening gradually one by one. To a full blossom of green and colors. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.