Ok, that was Passover. Which is ‘an ongoing issue’ for the next six days, but the main event, the ‘seder’ is now, officially, over. We did one Wednesday night at extended family and it was fab. We told the story. But Lila and Joey weren’t there as it was felt that 3 hours of intellectual debate (not me), drinking alcohol and being profane (definitely me), might be too much for ones so small. So last night we had our own one, at home, in their honour. Because it is a great story, filled, as most biblical stories are, with horror and death, intrigue and destruction, murder, escape, goodies and baddies and miracles. Even so, the kids’ attention spans were much longer making their chocolate brownies than for ‘the story’. Which lasted about 12 minutes before descending into chaos. If I’m honest, that was 9 minutes longer than I’d thought.

So we’re moving on. Its time for Jesus to rear his head once more, as it is Good Friday. Another good biblical tale including horror and death… etc. I’ve always been confused by precisely why the day was in any way ‘good’, celebrating as it does, the crucifixion of the main character. Its like having Top Gun 3 in which Tom Cruise dies in the opening ‘shot’. But there ya go, maybe those Christians had a great sense of irony when they named the day. Or maybe they weren’t Tom Cruise fans.

But I love Easter, like truly, madly, deeply love Easter. Not only you get the longest weekend of the year off work, but you get to do it (if you have ‘foresight’ and ‘planning’) with a cupboard full of Easter Eggs. Like wot I do. Even though they seem to be an endangered species these days and much harder to find than they’ve always been.

But Jesus. Died on Good Friday, came back Easter Monday. So the legend goes.

What did he do on Saturday and Sunday? That’s what I want to know. Did he go to Spurs, like all the other good, Jewish boys? Or was he already that ‘very naughty boy’ we later learned he was? I think we need to know.

My only Jesus experience was one day walking past Lords Cricket Ground (a TRULY holy place) when a complete stranger stopped, looked at me and said: “Jesus died to save you”. Nothing else, then he walked on. He was not (apparently) nutter, nor tramp, neither priest (no collar) nor rabbi (no beard), but they were his only words. My sole concern being that if this was true, did my salvation end upon resurrection? I’ve been worried about it ever since.

Happy Easter, may it be kosher.

A xxxx