I can always tell when Easter is around the corner because the boys come home with lots of questions about Gesù and death and resurrection. They must really up the ante at the Catholic school my children go to this time of year, and the irony of having to ask their non-believer mother what all of it means is not lost on them.
This week, with a sly grin, Eight said, “Have you ever noticed that when you ask people who made the world, they say ‘God’, but if you ask them who made God, they just pretend they didn’t hear you?”
“Really! They do. HA!” He was so pleased with himself.
Five, on the other hand, is fascinated by the cave full of dead people and Gesù rising from the dead. Why on earth, he’d like to know, would someone go to all that trouble to come back to life, if he was just going to die all over again?