An Easter Message


There are moments in life when time seems to thin…
when heaven and earth feel closer than breath…
when the ordinary world grows quiet, and something eternal begins to speak.

Today, as the rain fell and the streets emptied, I sat alone in my office and felt it — that deep, unmistakable pull inward. Good Friday. A day of silence. A day of surrender. A day where something sacred hides before it is revealed.

And I sensed that my place, in that moment, was to be hidden too.

But then my spirit moved forward… to Easter morning.

I saw light. I saw gathering. I saw joy breaking through like dawn after a long night.

I saw us at St. Ansgar’s — not just attending, but arriving.
I saw a vision of what could be… what perhaps is already unfolding beneath the surface of what we call reality.

A great celebration. A community awakened.
A world not defined by pain, injustice, or struggle — but transformed by love, restoration, and truth.

I saw Christy radiant — whole, free, restored beyond what any system of this world could offer.
I saw dreams we’ve carried for years not just hoped for… but realized.
Not someday. Not eventually. But in a way that felt present — alive.

And at the center of it all was not ego… not self…
but a calling.

A deep knowing that each of us carries something divine.
That resurrection is not just an event we remember — it is something we are invited into.

Not just 2,000 years ago.
But now.

This Easter, I’m holding onto that vision.

Not as a demand on the world…
but as an invitation.

To believe that healing is real.
To believe that justice can come without destruction.
To believe that love still has the final word.

And maybe — just maybe —
that Heaven on Earth begins the moment we dare to see it…
and step into it together.

This Sunday… and forevermore.

Happy Easter my friends!


All our love,



 

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