Regardless of what we call them, the holidays of springtime are all about the same thing; the promise that life is eternal and survives behind and beneath even that thing we call death. We see it in Nature. During winter, life is hushed, dormant, buried, often beneath mountains of snow. But in spring, we see that life didn’t end. It only slowed and rested, and now it’s busting out all over again. It was there the whole time. We see in the story of Jesus’ death and resurrec

Regardless of what we call them, the holidays of springtime are all about the same thing; the promise that life is eternal and survives behind and beneath even that thing we call death. We see it in Nature. During winter, life is hushed, dormant, buried, often beneath mountains of snow. But in spring, we see that life didn’t end. It only slowed and rested, and now it’s busting out all over again. It was there the whole time. We see in the story of Jesus’ death and resurrec

Regardless of what we call them, the holidays of springtime are all about the same thing; the promise that life is eternal and survives behind and beneath even that thing we call death. We see it in Nature. During winter, life is hushed, dormant, buried, often beneath mountains of snow. But in spring, we see that life didn’t end. It only slowed and rested, and now it’s busting out all over again. It was there the whole time. We see in the story of Jesus’ death and resurrec