As a child, we would attend Sunrise Mass for Easter morning. My brother and I would always grumble and be half asleep while our parents got us dressed and loaded in the car to Church. Then we would walk in like zombies, still not awake.

The music of the organ would always wake us, though and as Mass starred and we heard the story of Jesus rising from be tomb, so, too, would we rise from our slumber as the new day would dawn and the sunlight come through the windows.

Christ is risen!