It is very hard to believe that it has been a year since I preached in front of the daffodils and I plopped myself down in my neighbor's pink tulips. It is hard to believe that it's been a year since we were on the prowl for toilet tissue and praying for protective gear for our loved ones. Now, I am sitting and waiting for those same bulbs to burst open like an empty tomb. I am excitedly policing the parsonage hydrangeas each morning for every sprout and quarter inch of growth. And I am writing a message of Resurrection and hoping that you too, can and will, see and feel Easter everywhere.