Sometimes things look like no big deal. A seed, a bud. . .
One single death. One dark afternoon.
What does it mean for us, with cars and smartphones and mortgages? The death of One thousands of years ago -- whose idea was it to make this a holiday?
Who cares to celebrate a bleak Good Friday?
Blossoms spring into bloom.
Boys stretch into men.
Girls transform into women.
It's reality and miracle all at once.
Are you breathless yet?
And so the dead Christ breathes, eats, walks again.
Wakening from winter's sleep, nature teaches Easter's lesson: He is risen.
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