Throughout Lent, we silenced the Alleluia. For forty days, this most joyful word of praise was buried, hidden away like a seed in dark earth. Now, on Easter morning, it returns — not whispered but shouted, not timid but triumphant. Alleluia! Praise the Lord!
The silencing of the Alleluia during Lent mirrors the silencing of Christ in the tomb. But just as no tomb could hold the Lord of Life, no liturgical fast can contain the joy of His resurrection. The Alleluia returns because joy always returns. Light always returns. Life always returns.
Death tried to silence this song when it took the Son of God to the cross. The powers of darkness thought they had won. The tomb was sealed, the guards were posted, the disciples scattered. And yet — Alleluia. The stone was rolled away. The tomb was empty. The Lord was risen.
Let this be our Easter song, brothers and sisters. In every sorrow, Alleluia. In every trial, Alleluia. In the face of death itself, Alleluia. For we serve a God who turns crucifixions into resurrections, tombs into thrones, and silence into the most glorious song the universe has ever heard. Alleluia! Christ is risen! He is truly risen!
