Last night, in Our Lady of Good Hope and around the world,
we kept the great Vigil of the Resurrection.
The Mass was long, ancient in its shape,
and rich with the story of God’s saving work—
from creation through the Exodus to the empty tomb.
Many could not join us; the hour was late and life is full.
If you missed it, I hope you’ll consider coming next year.
The Vigil illuminates our faith like few other liturgies can.
At its heart came the baptism, confirmation, and first Holy Communion
of those whom God drew here by grace.
It is a bracing and humbling sight:
men, women, and children choosing, late on a Saturday night,
to die with Christ in the waters and rise with Him to new life.
They could have stayed home. Instead, they said yes.
This morning, on the bright day of the Resurrection,
you and I gather again.
In a few moments you and I will renew
the promises of our own baptism.
Those of us baptized as infants did not choose it then. Today we do.
This is our moment to say again, with eyes open: “I believe.”
Let us be plain-spoken.
The Resurrection we celebrate is not a metaphor,
not a symbol of springtime renewal or personal growth.
It is not a “lovely story” meant only to comfort us.
This time of year we hear much about new beginnings and fresh starts.
The eggs and rabbits can point toward hope,
but they do not replace the astonishing Fact at the center:
Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified and truly died,
on the third day rose again in His own flesh.
The Apostles did not greet this news with easy sentiment.
When the risen Lord stood before them—wounds still visible—
they first doubted, then trembled in fear.
Only then did they fall to their knees: “My Lord and my God!”
There could be nothing half-hearted about their response.
Meeting the One you saw die, now alive,
leaves no room for halfway measures.
You and I are called to be all-in.
Being a Catholic today often puts us at sharp angles
to the surrounding culture, just as it did in the beginning.
The early Christians faced lions;
you and I face quieter but real pressures.
We bear witness to the dignity of every human life
and to the beauty of God’s design for life.
In a world that is unsure about what human identity really is,
we profess that true identity is found in our Creator.
This “angularity”—the discomfort of fidelity—is not accidental.
It mirrors the shock of how Christ saved us:
not with soft sentiment,
but through a brutal Cross and a real Resurrection.
Those first witnesses looked for His wounds. They knew the cost.
One by one, most of them faced death
rather than deny what they had seen and touched.
Death and resurrection are not exactly "comforting."
But then, is something “comforting” really enough?
What we need is change… and power to live…
and a solid ground for hope.
A Savior who bore our wounds with us and for us
and comes back from the dead?
That is change. That is power. That is hope!
So now you and I renew our baptismal promises,
and by doing so we invite the Holy Spirit
to give us the power of the Resurrection once again.
This is not a story we admire from a distance.
It is the Fact that changes everything.