I can’t believe.

Have you ever noticed how often that phrase gets thrown around? It seems like so many things in life bring forth the response, “I can’t believe it.” And yet here are. We gathered on Easter morning because somebody has told us something truly unbelievable, fully worthy of an, ” I can’t believe it,” and yet here we are. It would seem to me, we are either confused about Easter, that it really is about the cotton tailed bunny hopping down the bunny trail, or maybe or we might in fact believe, even as we say, “I can’t believe it.”