April has been a wonderful month, with Ashleigh and the boys here and Easter. I had a conversation with my three year old grandson Breghten and he was telling me all the things the Easter bunny had brought to him. I told him that the Easter bunny was a lot of fun and asked him if he knew why we celebrated Easter. He told me that Jesus sacrificed and had nails in His hands. And then he said very emphatically that Jesus conquered death and He was resurrected. " I have been told of a very small and very devout boy who was heard murmuring to himself on Easter morning a poem of his own composition which began " Chocolate eggs and Jesus risen". This seems to me, for his age, both admirable poetry and admirable piety. But of course the time will soon come when such a child can no longer effortlessly and spontaneously enjoy that unity. He will become able to distinguish the spiritual from the ritual and festal aspect of Easter; chocolate eggs will no longer be sacramental. And once he has distinguished he must put one or the other first. If he puts the spiritual first he can still taste something of Easter in the chocolate eggs; if he puts the eggs first they will soon be no more than any other sweetmeat. They have taken on an independent, and therefore a soon withering, life. C.S. Lewis