Today, we stand in the shadow of nothingness.  But nothingness is, as many existentialists have observed, is a path to somethingness, a somethingness that bequeaths a powerful newness, a newnesss of deeper life and richer meaning.
     Nowhere is this more true than on Easter Sunday.  In the absolute nothingness of Jesus' death, the Son of God abandoned by his Father, the greatest of all somethingnesses arose, a somethingness that eclipses all others, a somethingness that changed history, bent space, and permanently altered all our notions of meaning and time:  the resurrection.
     The resurrection is the greatest of somethingnesses because it is what only God can do, that is, to bring, from the fiercest and vilest nothingness of deaths, a life that will never now end.  It's nonsensical, its unbelievable, it's unfathomable, but it is entirely true:  how now can nothingess ever be the same?