Easter Sunday. Christ is risen. He is risen indeed, Alleluia.

The long days of Lent are over; we have fasted, given up wine or chocolate, we have waved our palm crosses, heard the crowds shout Hosanna; heard those shouts change to Crucify Him!

We have walked or stumbled or wallowed our way through Holy Week….

Maundy Thursday with its ritualistic washing of feet, the stripping of the altar, the removal from church of the Holy Sacrament…

Good Friday, the hours of waiting, the church feeling abandoned: Jesus is not there….

Through Saturday & then, waking on this day, walking into church to find it bedecked in white with the flowers of Spring blooming on every surface.

The bright morning after the dark night; feeling well after a long illness; hope after despair; life after death….

He is Risen. He is Risen Indeed, Alleluia.