Excuse my Catholic crabbiness.
Easter is more than making it from Friday to Sunday. Easter is more than an empty tomb. Easter is more than "He is risen" and "Alleluia". Easter is more than "rebirth" or "fear not".
Easter is the Cross. It's not just the empty cross. It's Christ on the cross, it's the Son of Man on the cross, it's man on the cross. It's the wounds that the Resurrection does not heal, that remain in Christ's side and hands and feet as a sign and as a witness to the fact that Easter is not cheap.
But we want our Easter cheap.
The spirit of antichrist is the spirit that denies the cross. The cross is discipline, structure, the backbone of life, suffering, form, sacrifice - all the things the modern world hates. Deny the cross and you deny the Shape of God, and God becomes a slippery amoeba that you can play around with and keep in your back pocket.
The spirit of antichrist is the spirit that denies the cross. In denying the cross, it necessarily denies the incarnation. In denying both the incarnation and the crucifixion, it empties Easter of all its meaning, drains it of its blood, drains it of of its Body and Blood, makes the source of all our joy a vapid and empty parody of itself.
The spirit of antichrist blinds us to the deeper reality of Easter.
For Easter is more than an event. It is a sign of the Consummation, the final payment, the conclusion. Easter is the fruit of the fact that at some moment of every life, every single isolated human being can say, in dreadful terror, in his or her own way and for his or her own desperate reason, "God is dead."
Without that horrible moment, the moment (or the month, or the year) when the bottom drops out, without the horror of Golgotha, there is no Easter. Unless God is dead, He cannot rise again. Unless we take up our cross daily, we cannot follow Him. And unless we follow Him - on a very narrow path - there is no reality to Easter. We know that but, by God, do we resist it.
We are cheating at Easter. We want our Easter cheap.