Happy Easter Substack!
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Hey friends,
First, Happy Easter to all who celebrate. And to everyone in this community—whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just found your way to this corner of Substack—I’m so deeply grateful you’re here.
We may not always see eye to eye, but what we do is show up. With curiosity, with thoughtfulness, even with frustration sometimes. And in today’s world, that kind of engaged, respectful fellowship is something rare and beautiful. Thank you for being part of it.
I know not everyone here is religious, or even share the same faith, but I want you to know—I see you, and I respect you. This community’s strength lies in its diversity, not just of beliefs, but of perspectives and lived experiences. So when I talk about Easter, I do so with humility, knowing it won’t resonate the same way for everyone. But I believe the season carries universal truths we can all hold onto.
At its core, Easter is about a savior who loved deeply—but also about redemption, about sacrifice, about hope rising in the shadow of despair.
For others Easter might only be about Bunnies, colored eggs wrapped in perfection or pastel sentiment.
It’s also about pain and loss, betrayal and fear—and the unwavering belief that something better can and does emerge from all of it.
Sound familiar?
Look at the world around us. The noise. The lies. The moral confusion. Outrage is currency, and integrity too often gets treated like a liability. If you’ve felt exhausted by it all, you’re not alone. I’ve felt it too—more times than I can count.
But Easter reminds me of this: even our darkest moments don’t get the final say. Sometimes, when everything feels like it’s falling apart, something new is actually being born. It’s never easy. It’s rarely quick. But it is possible.
So here are a few lessons I’m carrying into this moment in our country’s story:
Truth still matters—even when it costs you.
Pilate once asked, “What is truth?” before washing his hands of justice. That question still haunts our politics. But truth isn’t optional. It’s foundational. It’s worth standing for, even when you stand alone.
Resurrection comes through suffering.
Real progress—reconciliation, justice, healing—always comes at a cost. Pain is part of the path. But it’s not the whole story. It’s not where the story ends.
Community changes everything.
Jesus didn’t rise and disappear. He came back to his people, reminded them of love, of purpose, of connection. We’re called to do the same. To build bridges, to show up for one another, to drown out division with love that actually does the work.
As we head further into Trump Term 2.0, further into the unknown, into further uncharted territory, we also head closer to another election season—one sure to bring more chaos, more fear, more tests of who we really are, but most importantly, CHANGE.
I want to offer this reminder:
Don’t lose heart.
Don’t give in to the voices that tell you nothing can change.
Don’t believe that your voice, your hope, your presence doesn’t matter.
And like I say in every post and article I write:
The madness may be loud—but it isn’t forever.
Change happens when people decide to build again. To speak with courage. To care more about truth than tribes. To see each other not as enemies, but as fellow humans trying to make sense of a broken world.
That’s the hope of Easter: that even when all feels lost, something beautiful can rise again.
Let’s believe in that together.