Today has been a quiet, meditative Easter. So I've been sitting here in my “comfy” chair and thinking. I was reflecting on Jesus’ death and how it must have seemed so final. It was the end. They were beginning to trust this Jesus and then he died a horrible death at the hands of his enemies. They were just beginning to have hope and then “bam” it was snuffed out like a candle. I was thinking of their confusion when the women ran in saying that Jesus was alive. They wanted to believe, but the situation must have seemed so bleak, so unlikely, so impossible that it was just too much to think about right at that moment. Then later, Jesus joined them in the upper room. Imagine their joy! As I was thinking about how overjoyed they must have felt, I couldn’t help weeping myself. I was weeping for the unimaginable joy that they must have felt when they realized Jesus was alive. I was weeping with gratitude for all that Jesus endured for me. I had tear