Late Saturday, twenty-somethings are working out. I draw inspiration from them and kick discouragement to the curb.

Halfway through the workout, I sit at my least favorite machine: the leg press.

Getting into the machine always makes me feel like a goofy walrus.

Get into the machine. Adjust the seat. Legs up. Turn the lever to lock in my weight. I am feeling good to have moved into a new weight class. Let’s do ten presses.

Press. No movement unless you count the muscle spasms in my back as absolutely nothing moves.

Sitting up, I see some joker has added a second lever to the bottom plate ― 490 pounds.

Sometimes we do everything right, and nothing.

We press, we strain, nothing.

Does Easter have good news for us?

The disciples understand.

Brothers Peter and Andrew, James and John with Mother Mary, Mar…