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In a few moments we will attend our Easter morning worship service which will culminate with the singing of the Hallelujah Chorus. I will eventually run out of breath and begin to mouth my words until I lose my place and forget where we are. I will glance back to the hymnal, but it will not help. Everything will look the same. I will occasionally blurt out a “Hallelujah” here and there, just to feel as though I am contributing. And at the dramatic pause near the end, I wonder how many will feel the same sense of awe I will be feeling. And I wonder how many will be thinking to themselves: “I’m glad we only do this twice a year.”

He is risen, indeed.