On Holy Thursday, we went to a supper in a spacious upper room, and there we gave thanks for three precious gifts Jesus gave us the night before he died: the priesthood, the Eucharist, and the command that we love one another. On Good Friday, we visited a stark, horrifying cross on a hill, we venerated the instrument of our salvation, and we marveled at the faithful self-giving love the One who hung there. Today, we go to another place we usually dread visiting, and that is a tomb, where someone we’ve known and loved has recently been buried. From time to time, we probably have all known the feeling of being overwhelmed, buried under a pile of life’s responsibilities and burdens. And the good news for us is that there are so many other stories, both ancient and modern, about people being buried and then rising to new life. This morning, in the midst of everything that might threaten to bury us, we celebrate Christ breaking free from the bonds of death and going ahead of us into God’s future. Today, we rejoice that in Christ, hope really does spring eternal because in Christ there really are no dead ends, no permanent burial grounds in our lives, no insurmountable obstacles to overcome, no mountains too high to climb. Because of Jesus’ resurrection, we know there is always light at the end of our tunnels.