The very first Easter-morning was very quiet. Nothing indicated that this would be a turning point in history or even a glorious day. It did not feel like Easter.

In times like these, I need to have some good laughs before going to bed.

Reality just tricked us. No palm leaves today. We didn’t meet at Carlson Hall. We didn’t process in with the Processional Gospel. There are lots of “NO”s these days.

The valley of death 2500 years ago. Full of bones, very dry bones. No one buried them. No one knows which bones belonged to whom. Nobody remembers them, it is as if they hadn’t lived.

Jesus heals a man born blind. “It’s insane. It’s real.”

If I had asked you last Sunday: What are you giving up for Lent? What would you have answered?

To be like God - that sounds great and tempting.