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Is Easter Still In Your Heart?


The chocolate bunnies are long gone. Maybe there is still a stash of jelly beans somewhere. The white patent leather shoes are on the top shelf of the closet, set aside for Sunday dress. The Easter ham has been eaten, leftovers are gone.

Jesus is Risen! Alleluia! Or have you forgotten?

The Church gives us a long Easter season, and we should use it! We are an Easter people. Death no longer has a hold on us. Our lives are redeemed, we are truly blessed.

But a week and a half out from Easter, we are all probably just going about our business. We've left behind the grace of the Easter Vigil, the heartfelt singing of "Jesus Christ Is Risen Today," and we're back to "normal."

The thing is: Christians aren't "normal." We belong to Christ, and Him crucified, dead and resurrected. There is nothing "normal" about that.

Pope Francis:

Where is your sin? Your sin is there on the cross. Go and look for it there, in the wounds of the Lord, and your sins shall be healed, your wounds shall be healed, your sins shall be forgiven. God's forgiveness is not a matter of canceling a debt we have with him. God Forgives us n the wounds of his Son lifted up on the cross.

Christ is Risen! He is Truly Risen! Alleluia! Now go out and be a person of Easter.

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