Indeed, as a Christian, Easter Day broadcasts that everything is excellent. Saying this probably won’t be with the healthy idealism of one who had never known when everything was not well yet as one who has confronted the cross in the entirety of its profanity just as in the whole of its wonder, who has known somehow what it resembles to live isolated from God. At last, His will, not our own, is done. Love is the victor. Death isn’t the end. The design is life—His life and our lives through Him, in Him. Existence has more prominent profundities of excellence, riddle, and beatitude than the most out of control visionary has ever hoped against hope. Christ, our Lord, has risen.