Christ is risen; happy Easter all round. It’s a pleasing festival in all sorts of ways, chief of which is that it’s wildly uncommercial, being the Sunday following the full moon following the spring equinox, if I’ve got that right. So, not a usefully neat date like 25 December, and one that retailers find much more difficult to exploit except as a means of flogging lamb legs (folks – lambs have only four legs, but they also come with shoulders, you know, which are even nicer) and obviously, chocolate eggs… though Eastern Christians do it better, with hand coloured eggs, which they get blessed at church.
Anyway, it’s still a Christian festival, so cue for the usual bout of anxiety about the condition of Christianity in England. In the Middle East, Christians get murdered for professing the faith; in Britain, it’s more a matter of being put in the cultural margins.
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