It is hard to make fun of Easter unless you are temperamentally challenged–by this I mean true Easter, the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Forget the Roman and Greek and Egyptian antecedents to the holiday; forget the happy Gnostics with their spring plantings. Let’s be honest, if you plan on coming back from the dead spring is a good time to do it. Jesus knew perfectly well what he was doing.
But let’s say that the commercialization of Easter with its chocolate bunnies is absurd to you–that it was always absurd–that even as a child you saw there was bunk about this. You “knew” though you still ate the candy. So anyway, about a month ago I was in St. Louis where I gave a reading at Merrimec Community College and I had a splendid time talking with students about writing. My host for this occasion was hospitable enough to put me up at her lovely home where her house mate who is a sculptor had artfully arranged the following display on the kitchen table. For those of you who are visually impaired let me simply say that the photograph below shows a stuffed toy rabbit (quite fuzzy) with very long ears. The rabbit has been nailed to a cross by way of its ears–that is, the ears are spread out along the transverse arms of the cross. The Easter Bunny will of course rise again. We will go to the tomb and find an enormous egg where the stone had been. Everything makes sense. Let us proclaim the mysteries of faith!