A few years ago I despaired when I heard a female ex-colleague talk about the ‘marvellous’ lesson her son had had in crèche about Easter weekend.
For those in other parts of the world, England — with an established state church — largely has a four-day weekend, from Good Friday through Easter Monday.
This lady told me during Holy Week, ‘I’m so glad my son has had a good grounding in Easter. The crèche teachers told him and the class that Jesus died and that He was a great man.’
She looked so pleased with herself. I sat there in stony silence.
I asked her if they had a Part 2 to the course.
‘What do you mean?’ This woman took great pride in her Eastern Orthodoxy, which makes me wonder what exactly they teach.
‘Well, what happened three days after Jesus was crucified?’ I asked.
‘I don’t understand.’
Seriously, as this woman had been going on for the better part of two years about her devout Eastern Orthodoxy, I wanted to give her a verbal tongue-lashing. Not that I would view every adherent of Orthodoxy in that light, but her interpretation of it was grating and frustrating.
However, we were at work.
‘Erm,’ I whispered. ‘There is Easter Sunday.’
‘Oh. All Easter means to me is exchanging stinky boiled eggs in church. I never understood why we did it.’
Please, whether you are in charge of children, nieces, nephews, cousins or grandchildren — kindly ensure that you and they understand the Easter story. Thank you!