Image via Wikipedia Easter — Sunday, 4 April 2010. I went to church this morning and found myself wondering whether I believed what I was singing and saying. What does Easter really mean to me, and does it matter? As I have got older so I have thought rather less about life after death and more about getting as long a life before death as I can. It’s not that bodily resurrection doesn’t have some appeal – after all, who wants to be non-existant, or even non-corporeal, once they have enjoyed everything that’s good about being sentient? But I can’t help thinking, if we are all going to be raised…