I had the joy of visiting what will soon be my home church this past Easter. It was a beautiful service, made all the more meaningful by the knowledge that the church, that morning, was more full than it had been in the past decade, if not ever. There were rousing hymns sung with choir and pipe organ; white lilies adorning the pulpit; a stirring sermon on the Resurrection as told by Luke. Sunlight beamed through stained-glass windows and the high ceiling resounded with song.