This year, I allowed myself to sit in the darkness of the Holy Week. Since we know the end of the story, it is too easy to move past the tension and despair of the days ahead of Resurrection Sunday.

If we are not purposeful, the powerful story of Easter can wither into a whisper. Maybe we have heard it on repeat since childhood and we struggle to find anything new to anchor to. Maybe the story has become basic because we have had to scale it down for little eyes and ears.