I’ve been working on my Easter column to share with you next week. And working. And working. The long and short of it is that I’m stuck. Really stuck. I know what I want to say, and why I feel like I need to say it, but it’s just not working. In fact, when I finally closed the document in disgust, my first thought was,, “Well, that’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back.” But then I realized why I’m stuck. I care more about crafting my profound and impressive observations about Easter than I do simply relating what God wants to say. So I’m going to spend some time praying before I start writing. And I suspect I’ll have a very different experience. That’s because life never works out as well when I try to force my agenda as it does when I follow God’s.