A hospital Easter, part one.

I’ll admit it.

Easter is often hard in the hospital. We hear about the hope of the resurrection, that Jesus rose victorious over the grave, that we have life because he does.

But we are in a building that exists because death still exists. Cancer still lives inside these walls. Accidents happen elsewhere and come here.

I walk the halls. I sit in rooms. Sometimes I see someone in tears, though I don’t know why And so I gently ask, “Why are you crying?”

I suppose sometimes it’s obvi...