The great mistake so many folks make in dealing with Easter is to interpret it as a story about something. Whatever that “something” might be, this is simply wrong. The key thing to understand about the Resurrection is that it isn’t about anything but itself. It isn’t an example of anything, or a metaphor, or an illustration; it isn’t for us to draw lessons about hope, or faith, or love, or even how wonderful Jesus is. Instead, it simply is, this utterly new thing God has done for the healing and the recreation of the world; it is not to be interpreted in the light of anything else. Rather, it is the point around which the whole history of the world orbits, to which everything else that has ever happened is oriented, and everything else is to be interpreted in its light.
We resist this, I think, because we want God to be about us, and we want Jesus to be about what we want for our lives, and so we want the Resurrection along with everything else to be primarily important because of what it means for us; but whatever we might want, that just isn’t the case. The fact of the matter is, like it or not, everything else we do and say and know and live as Christians is about the Resurrection. If we’re not talking and living that way, we’re missing the point.