Christ’s resurrection is our resurrection, too. We are raised with him if we die with him: when we let go of control of our lives Christ draws us into new life.
Evil wants us to despair. Empire wants us to give up. To wave our little palm branches in the face of injustice, to rejoice in the face of death, to hope in the face of evil, is not silly. It’s subversive.
Our limitation and mortality focuses us in the present moment. God doesn’t save us from suffering; God shares our place in it. We can do that too. Love creates blessing, even in the midst of suffering.
Facing our own brokenness and the brokenness of the world we’re tempted to whine, resign, or go into denial. But our tradition teaches us to lament: to put our sorrows in the hands of God, who changes us.