IT’S that amazing Easter resurrection time of year when a dead man comes to life again and escapes from a tomb.

The most-asked question “who moved the stone” is no longer a mystery.

A guy called Matthew witnessed the drama and wrote it down. It’s the gospel truth, he said, “a weight-lifting angel came down and rolled the stone away” – a stone estimated to be a quarter of a ton, probably granite, put there by a bunch of religious sceptics who imagined they’d thought of everything to outwit the tomb stealers.

Twenty one centuries and 3.5 billion followers later, I’m glad I’m not alone to tell the story.

Faith’s journey has to start somewhere. We still have a lot of questions needing answers, but at least the one with the answers walked away from suffering and death.

When will our earthly pain end, we ask. Why is nearly half the world still without safe drinking water? Who will stop the merciless killing, the orphan and widow-makers?

A crop of daffodils has just burst into life across the road from my house. Continuity and wonder is part of the DNA of life all around us. If a tree can become a Cross, then perhaps it’s not the end, it’s the beginning. Happy Easter!

R.Hall (via email)