He is not here.

The miracle of Easter is not a fluffy white bunny leaving eggs all over the place (although that would be a miracle if it were to happen - chocolate or otherwise), no, the miracle of Easter is in the empty tomb.

He is not here. He is risen.


The women rejoiced at the words in the garden; the disciples rejoiced at the words; and two thousand years later, we too can rejoice at the words.

He is not here. He is risen.

Alleluia!

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