My next-door neighbor’s daughter, age seven, is preparing for her first Communion in the Catholic Church. Her mom, my neighbor, was quizzing her on things she needed to know. She asked her daughter if she realized that the Eucharistic bread became the body of Christ. Her daughter pertly replied, “What difference does it make? It just comes out the other end.” My friend told her not to bother the priest with that remark.
She then asked her daughter if she understood what Jesus did on Easter morning. “Yes,” her daughter replied solemnly. “He rose from the dead, turned into the Easter bunny, and gave us all presents!!”
When I was at an Anglican service on Easter morning, I was waiting in line to receive the Eucharist, and a little girl, age five, went on ahead of me. As the priest knelt down to bless her, she announced, “I’m pretending to be the Lamb of God!” The priest said something like, “That’s good, honey.” I was laughing with such delight that I could hardly swallow the bread!
I love Easter.