By all appearances, it is a Good Friday world. But by the light of Easter, through the thick darkness covering the nations, we can dimly discern a “Yes, but” kind of message.

Yes, fear and self-righteousness, indifference and sentimentality kill; but love never dies, not with God, and not even with us.

The Easter message says that all the tenderness and strength that on Good Friday we saw scourged, buffeted, stretched out on a cross–all that beauty and goodness is again alive and with us now, not as a memory that inevitably fades, but as an undying presence in the life of every single one of us, if only we could recognize it.

from Letters to a Young Doubter