How do we find the faith to believe the story of Easter, Jesus?

How do we grasp its truth?

We can only accept it;

refusing to reduce it to scientific debate

or historical literalism

kneeling with humility and awe beside the blood-stained cross

and the empty grave;

For then, we are your witnesses.


How do we understand the mystery of your death and life, Jesus?

How do we explain it?

We can only live it;

allowing it to permeate every grain

of this sand that forms us,

every thought, every priority, every act and every interaction,

For then we are your witnesses,

and you deserve nothing less from us.