Okay, confession time.  There must be something wrong with me.  It’s the Super Bowl of Christian Days and I am struggling.  One of the hardest sermons for me to prepare each year is the “Easter One.”  I don’t know what it is, I have some suspicions but it doesn’t make it any easier.  Sometimes I think the enemy is involved; he must hate it that two-thirds of the world population celebrates the day he was defeated.  Sometimes I wonder if I am “called” given the difficulty I experience; one would think this would be the easiest Sunday of the year.  Sometimes I wonder if it is the expectation—or perceived expectation.  If I lay an egg on Easter Day, well, you know…  A few years ago I actually had an epiphany that has helped; I realized that the resurrection is a pretty good story and it doesn’t need to be embellished.  How can the historical narrative of “God made flesh—killed, buried and raised from the dead—for our justification” get any better?!   Considering the drama and the outcomes, it is a story that we could stand to hear again and again.  So, I’m going with that this week. No zip-line entrance, no light show, no smoke, no magic tricks, no angels popping up through the stage for effect.  The story for Sunday is the hinge-point of all personal and world histories.  The Lamb of God was slain for the sins of the world.  He really died.  He was really buried and He really rose from the dead.  Wow, what a message.