I hope everyone had a wonderful and blessed Easter.
My family and I enjoyed ourselves, hosting my sister-in-law’s family after morning mass, while I kept track of the NCAA Hockey tournament. However, only one little unnecessarily political event ruined an otherwise politics-free day, as my brother-in-law and I jumped on the web for a quick hockey update.
Yes, on Easter Sunday: a national holiday and special day of reverence for the overwhelming majority of Americans (both religious and secular), Google chose to make their daily doodle a celebration of the birthday of Cesar Chavez, rather than some sort of recognition of Easter.
Too bad to be true.
That’s how it felt. All a bad dream, a nightmare, and they’d wake soon. But when two nights passed and they’d cried themselves dry, they got up and chose to be practical. Feeling empty, needing something to do, they gathered up the spices. On the road, with the first golden beams of sunrise in their faces, they worried about the stone. “Is this trip for nothing? What if we can’t get in?”
Looking up, they see the stone. “That’s not the way it…is this a trick of the light? It’s been moved already. Who’s been here so early? Nicodemus, maybe?” Slowly they peer into the dark interior and see a patch of white. The body. No! It’s sitting upright. Their hearts pound now. “Not more bad news. They haven’t taken His body, have they? Is there danger? Should we run?” And yet their feet keep moving forward.