He is risen.
Without Easter, the rest of the year really means very little. After all, Easter celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ - His glorious triumph over death.
What a miracle. What a man. What a God. What a wonder.
Without a murmur, if you please,
The artist’s palette she’ll appease.
To read the most creative mind,
The child may reflect mankind.
When by the shutter does she sit,
No vanity do we admit.
Will we regard, respect, or tease?
Or simply utter: “Sit. Say cheese”?
Perhaps you know someone who is a little like our fine (though fictional) friend Bart. Maybe you have even had Bart-like moments of your own. Perhaps we all have . . .