It’s true.

Every day is Easter.

There are 364 other days of the year that He is risen (indeed). 

Each one with the same momentum behind it as this one urging us on to the age to come which is already here and on its way at the same time.

Freedom should be a daily celebration; a daily affirmation; a daily motivation.

This thing is no past remembrance but a present reality to be breathed in and breathed out every second of the day, every day for the rest of our lives.

He is risen means more than He is risen. It means He is active and calls us to play a role in that activity.

Will the stone still be rolled away tomorrow? Will the tomb remain empty? Or will we bundle the body back up until next year?

He rose, is risen and will rise…He is always risen.