On Easter morning, when my sisters and I call each other across the miles, the caller will say:
"The Lord is Risen," to which the recipient will respond "The Lord is Risen Indeed," and both of us will proclaim together "Alleluia!"
Such a simple statement. So much contained there that I will never fully understand no matter how many Lenten seasons and Resurrection Sundays I pass through.
I am left with the beautiful words of Julian or Norwich who said:
What, do you wish to know your Lord's meaning in this thing? Know it well, love was his meaning. Who reveals it to you? Love. What did he reveal to you? Love. Why does he reveal it to you? For love. Remain in this, and you will know more of the same. But you will never know different, without end.
I can't do better than that.
So friends, I wish you more love this Easter than any basket can hold.