I cannot remember a time when Easter was not my favorite holiday. In my early years maybe it was because I loved Spring so much. Being a Pennsylvania gal, sometimes the season arrived too late for my satisfaction. At nearly the first chirp of a robin, I'd be asking my dad if there'd be any more snow. He'd always laugh and reply that there'd probably be more. Much to my disappointment he was always right. As my relationship with Christ grew, I loved Easter for more than just the season of the year but for the reminder of what Christ had done in my life. From death to life. Spiritually, with the new birth but almost literally after the birth of Seth. This year meant even more. I contemplated the words of Michael Card's "Love Crucified Arose," And these words especially spoke to me. "Love crucified arose And the grave became a place of hope For the heart that sin and sorrow broke Is beating once again" The grave became a place...