Easter, 2006
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Dear Friends, "I know you are looking for Jesus who was nailed to a cross. He isn't here! God has raised him to life." - Matthew 28:5 The Lord is risen indeed! The testimonies of the different witnesses who went to the tomb in the morning of the first day of the week have a common point: the tomb was empty. There is no question about that. You and I believe in their testimony. You and I believe that they did not find the body of the One who was nailed on the cross three days earlier. Jesus was raised by His Father who has accepted the sacrifice of His Son's life. God was pleased with His Son and He brought Him to life. What a wonderful message! What a superb lesson for all of us. God was pleased with His Son, pleased with the way this One played His role to restore the broken link between God and humanity. 
"He isn't here! God has raised Him to life": The best news that humankind could have received. The testimonies of those who went to the tomb corroborate what I feel right inside of me. I know that He is risen because I have life in me. He gave me life. The power of His resurrection has transformed me, my dear ones, and my community. His resurrection is the reason of my existence. My Lord is alive so I am. If the Lord isn't risen I am just a piece of dead meat. I do not have life in me and my "faith is vain" according to St Paul. Praise the Lord I am alive! I serve and worship a living Jesus who manifests himself every single day in my life. 
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Will's Story After Christmas I left the country to go to Haiti. I went with my grandparents Peter and Berry Rice and Pere Bruno and his family and last but not least Sue and Bill Canady. First we stayed at Pere Bruno's house for 2 days. We drove to Haiti using up most of our day. Then we drove to Terrier Rouge, Haiti, where we stayed roughly about 3 to 4 days at a school where we got to watch kids of all ages sing their own songs. My most favorite song was: "sur le pont d'Avignon". At night the sky was nice and clear so you could see all the stars. I made friends with Marc Etienne and we played soccer together. I went to visit him at his house, which was made out of adobe, bricks, and wood. We played with a goofy ball that I brought. When we threw it, it jiggled around in mid-air. Finally we left Terrier Rouge and drove back to Santo Domingo, but on the way, BOOM! BANG! CRASH! We had a wreck. The windows were shattered and the car was all banged up and we could not tell where we were but that is a whole new story.
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