The Easter Post

So, this is my Easter post. Ta-da. I don't think I've done an Easter post before, or if I have, well, I have entirely forgotten it, in which case you are more than welcome to e-slap me upside the head.
I think my favorite part of Easter this year was watching all the little companies and "Politically Correct" stores etc. trying to wish everyone a happy Easter while remaining entirely neutral on religion, and totally failing. I have seen "happy spring" and "happy Easter" themes and wishes in the same stores, occasionally on the very same sign. It is sometimes funny to watch the stupid greedy exploitative capitalistic prostitute-anything-for-a-buck ideals of our culture clash with the "Politically Correct" aspect. It's like being able to watch cognitive dissidence acted out in a Wal-Greens.
My other part is, of course about Easter, the historical and biblical event. some of you have heard this particular rant before, but it bears repeating. A while ago, a few months at least, at Book Klub, Pastor Gullixon (<--sp?) mentioned something about the Resurrection story.

(1)On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. (2)They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, (3)but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.

Okay, awesome as this particular trio of verses is, it gets better. According to the Pastor, the Greek word, translated as "rolled" is in fact closer to "thrown" or "tossed." I just think that that is one of the coolest things I have ever heard. The stone at the grave was not just rolled away, it was tossed, like something not so much laborious in its movement as just kind of annoying or in the way. Christ tossed death off to the side, because it was nothing in His path. Like when you wake up in the morning and you're extremely groggy and cranky (although somehow that's not how I envision Christ arising in the tomb) and you're stumbling toward the door because you have crap to do, and the shirt that you threw on the ground the previous night gets tangled around your foot and starts tripping you up, so you flick your foot at the wall and the shirt goes flying, and that's that. And that is how i see Christ arising from death, just tossing sin, death and Satan aside like an old tee shirt. I suppose its like one final screw you to the devil, "well, your power's gone, so, um, I don't think I'll be staying here anymore." and then He tossed aside the stone away.