I’ve always loved old things — an heirloom quilt, a weathered farmhouse table, a recipe scribbled in a grandmother’s handwriting. There’s something about going back to the original that feels truer, richer, and more satisfying. You get the whole story — not just the bits and pieces. The Church is a lot like that. If we look closely at history, we can trace the Christian faith all the way back to one small, powerful moment: the morning the tomb was empty. Jesus had risen, and