Easter is God throwing everything at death so that I can give everything to life.

Of course God does outrageous things. But in reality, what insanity would prompt me to follow a God who did anything less?

Easter is the final solution to the finality of death.

Death would not surprise us as often as it does, if we let go of the misbelief that newborns are less mortal than the elderly.

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

Sooner or later I will realize that the very things I most desperately need are the very things I am unable to give myself. Therefore, I will either be left despising the fact that I am doomed to live out a life that is perpetually empty, or I will realize that an empty tomb is the single thing that will eternally fill me.

There are an incalculable number of things within me that I frantically wish to be emptied of, and despite my most earnest efforts to remove them, they remain. And it is Easter that reminds me that God empties out tombs.

Easter is a time when God turned the inevitability of death into the invincibility of life.

Reasonably speaking, we can see the cross as entirely possible. But in considering Easter, we see an empty tomb as entirely impossible. And is it possible that God had to do the impossible to finally get our attention?

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... Converted it into a tomb.