I said that Good Friday was the death of religion and the end of theology. It was, in a sense, the last day of the old order; the death of all that had been true and real and important till then.
But Easter is the day the universe is rebooted. The sun comes up on Easter morning and it’s a new sun. Yes, of course its molecules are all the same, but it is nonetheless completely different. Because it is now a part of universe in which death is conquered and entropy ultimately reversed; a universe in which life and love now reigns, evil is disarmed, sin is forgiven, God is reborn and humanity is caught up in the divine.
Of course, it’s only the start now; the new universe is in seed form, and the full flowering is somewhere off ahead in the unknown future. We’re still messy, messed-up people in a messy, messed-up world, on one level. But the mess now contains hope; hope undeniable, unquenchable, uncrushable. Love has already won, and love will ultimately win.