Here we are the morning after Easter, wondering what comes next. Because truly, no one knows for sure. We will have a constant parade of experts weighing in with every competing perspective.

But the fact is we can’t foresee all the possible outcomes for our health, our economy, or our socially distant lives.

There is very little for us to go on, almost nothing to provide clarity and direction in a time of dislocation. Where are we to put our faith at a time such as this? In doctors? In political leaders? In economists?

Our faith belongs where it always has, at every moment in history, when generations before us have confronted the unknown. In those experiences when we see just how fragile and fleeting our life and security can be, there is only one direction that makes any sense at all. Our only hope is in the One Who has already been through death and returned.
After conquering the grave and encountering the women on their way from the empty tomb, Jesus says to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers…” Everything in these words is new! If death is truly no more, then what could possibly hold fear for us any longer? And as if that wasn’t enough, this is the first moment when Jesus specifically refers to the disciples as “brothers”. In the light of Easter, He has given us a new identity. We are no longer fearful, and no longer alone. Instead, Jesus calls us to be with Him, as brothers and sisters, in a mission to give witness to a world entirely changed. Setting forth into this Easter season, as the lives of so many are wrapped in gloom, let us shine with the Lord’s light. Let us be people of hope. Let us live the Alleluia!