It’s been just over three weeks since we celebrated Resurrection Sunday! It frustrates me how quickly after Easter, the intensity of the nails, the blood and water gushing from Jesus’ body, fades to black and white. The health diagnosis, piercing pain of loss of a marriage, a job, or a relationship leaves us once again feeling hopeless. We go back to living as if it is “Silent Saturday” and forget that “Resurrection Sunday” really happened. Sometimes I wonder if we’re more like Thomas than we realize saying “unless I see and touch” Him, it didn’t really happen.