After a very tough week leading up to it, this Easter weekend was one for the books. I rested. I had a beer on the patio. I got my hair cut. The Oilers won, twice. I led worship on Sunday. I cooked a roast for the first time. I hosted a “family” dinner. I enjoyed the sunshine. I rested some more. I laughed a lot. I cried a little. I napped. I saw GI Joe (seriously). I was overwhelmed by the goodness and grace of God to me. He is Risen, indeed.