I still carry around the lunch punchcard from my favorite Chinese buffet restaurant that a particular pandemic killed like it’ll rise from the dead one day.
The building will walk out of the tomb after three days, and people will rush up and place their fingers in their concrete wound holes in disbelief. The buffet will then ask why their faith was not strong enough to believe in their resurrection. And the disciples will apologize and throw themselves on the ground in apology.
The buffet will then place a single, wonton on each of their tongues and pat their heads, telling them that all is forgiven…as long as they’re honest about the age of their kids on kids-eat-free night going forward.
All is well.