If our religion was composed of things like bricks or glass, or straw or smoke, or Fujiyama, what a paltry thing it would be. A challenge, the motif of all religious symphonies ever written. Let God make the earth, the sky and stars, the life upon the earth, raise the planets and drain the waters into the low places. Today the resurrection, and its promise, is as real as it was on that first Easter. To claim it as our eternal inheritance we must exercise the same faith as the disciples did.
Faith is the victory that overcomes the world.
Give us courage to maintain that faith and to share it with those with whom we live and work.