No matter where I’ve lived, I’ve always come back home to Arkansas for Resurrection Sunday.  I couldn’t imagine NOT celebrating the day with my family.  I remember one Resurrection Sunday in particular.  I had made the decision to drive home this time instead of fly.  We were having so much fun fellowshipping after service that I didn’t want to hit the road.  My uncle said, “Am I wrong or is Houston still in Texas?  You need to go.”  I laughed and hit the open road.  Away from family. The country and much of the world are shut down right now.  My family exchanged greetings through text and Messenger.  We celebrated…