What a wonderful Gift we have to share with one another: the Gift of simple prayer—speaking plainly and honestly with God—opening ourselves up to the same Love that was in Christ Jesus.

We cannot see the wind, but we see the effects of the wind.

When we have somebody to Love—or somebody to Love us—we can endure our hardest sadness, and we can put down our deepest regret, and we can celebrate with the utmost Joy, because we will see that the Home of God is among us.

We hold hands with one another to echo the faithful Love of God.

Instead of being for others, we can decide to be with others.

Every act of Kindness, Compassion, and Hope is an act of Peace.

We never want the Holy moments to end. It’s why we gather to remember. It’s why we gather around the table to experience, again, the Love of Christ—where rejection becomes Embrace, where brokenness becomes Strength, where defeat becomes Victory, and where death becomes Life.

When Mary arrived, she just stood outside for a minute — still feeling the gravity of the moment. And she stepped inside the tomb to see how empty it was. But then she turned around, and she saw Jesus outside the tomb, but she did not recognize him. She thought he was the gardener.