I’m Jewish, so I won’t be celebrating Jesus’ resurrection today. But I will be taking the time to consider the concept of rebirth. Not just because Spring is springing, threatening to turn my cherry tree into a psychedelic celebration of seasonal awakening. But also because now is the winter of our discontent (not to coin a phrase). Assault weapons bans, firearms registration, ammunition magazine capacity limits, mental health checks—liberty’s light continues to dim and flicker in blue states throughout the country. During these dark, difficult and dangerous days, Easter reminds us to cast our eyes backwards, to honor those who sacrificed themselves to free us from fear. Fear of tyrants. Fear of slavery. Fear of death itself. Their sacrifice informs our resolve. Our fortitude. Our stamina. We know that some things never die. And we thank God for that.