This world is a gallows of decay & a charnel-house of pain, & we're born to suffer for a while & then die. It's the same fate for the depraved man, & the righteous man, who both end up in the grave. So good or evil, all in life is in vain, it seems. But Christ has overthrown the reign of death, & opened the way for us to eternal life. So that even miserable, pathetic beings such as we can attain salvation. This world is void of hope: a long march to fatality, where we lose everything we've ever owned or done. Hope lies past the sky, & beyond the stars. People are ailing out there, as the world sinks deeper & deeper into darkness. But a light shines in the darkness, that the darkness cannot touch. Though far off, & to our eyes now faint, it shall rise like the dawn to shred the night, & all the horror of this world apart. Untwist everything, & restore it to its proper form. Then will be the new life, upon a new Earth, & under a new Sky. Life done right this time, without the heartache & grief, the guilt & sin of the old. Where the unbearable trauma of this present age will hold no power over us, seeming then to us like a half-forgotten, bad dream. Divine love will overflow our hearts, & in perfect communion with God, His angels & saints, the love outshines all evil, as truth outshines all lies. Because evil is the lie, & good is the Truth. & the world is swollen with lies. But the grace of God transcends, & pierces through the lies, guides us up from ruin, & on towards restoration. To heal us of this disease called sin, & purge the enfeeblement of delusions from our mind. So that we may convalesce, & reclaim what was lost, & walk in paths of righteousness. To discard our former pathetic state, by the gift of His grace, His love from all eternity. It's a process that begins in this life, but continues into the next, & finds its perfection in the Resurrection, the making of all things new. & though many may cast away the help God sends them, & choose perdition over salvation, to all Who receive Him, He gives the power to become His children, to share in the divine eminence of His splendor, in glory & wonder, but most supremely, in love forever. So we take up our crosses, & progress the long march away from this blighted age. Walking the way of sorrows, in faith, hope, & charity, even unto death. A cross none of us is strong enough to bear; but God becomes our strength. Our joy lies at the far side of our pain; beyond the doom of Calvary shines the Resurrection. He's waiting for us there, that one day we may see Him. Happy Easter, & God bless.