It's a strange time in our world. And so it is a strange Easter, but maybe that can bring some clarity...

"How did we get to the place where some of us feel like the words that we speak don’t mean what they used to mean? Where resurrection seems so natural and real as a symbol... but where it just feels sort of wrong within a list of doctrines and especially as a prescribed “belief” that we are sometimes explicitly compelled to assent to?"