Christ rises in all places—within us, neighbors, the dogwood tree, grapevine, ants' resilient journeys. God's presence saturates, illuminating even our darkest corners. "Going to church" means awakening to divine presence, responding with a resounding yes: "Your life, O God, is ours and Earth's..." We're beckoned to church anew, praying amidst budding leaves, roadside flowers. Like Francis of Assisi, we sing with the air, sun's warmth, rain's nourishment. We weep with the mourning, forgotten, ill, imprisoned—mourning with compassionate unity, living in hopeful resurrection. Easter calls us to celebrate Earth as Christ's body. Each act of love glorifies God: a thankful pause, laughter, sun-gazing, toasting friends. The good news? "He is not here!" Christ abounds, love heals.