My five year old son said to me “Can you believe that Paige has to go to church on Easter?”
Well, crap. I guess I have neglected to tell my children about The Resurrection.
“Yes, Honey,” I said. “Easter is the most important holiday for Christians.”
Then I proceeded to tell him all about the son of God, and the Crucifixion, and the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
I will have you know that I tried very hard to be fair and unbiased. I tried very hard to say that “This is what Christians believe” without any sarcasm in my voice.
I will also say that when you tell a person that God sent his only son to Earth to die on the cross so that we could be forgiven for our sins and then he came back to life and ascended to Heaven it might sound like crazy talk to someone unfamiliar with these concepts.
I thought I did a pretty good job remembering the talking points considering I have not attended a church service that wasn’t wedding or funeral related since before my children were born, and even then it was only because the church was paying me to sing. I have not belonged to a church since the 80s.
I was mistaken about my comprehensibility.
My son later told his father that he talked to me about Easter and he pretty much figured that Jesus must be a zombie.
If you think about it, he is a pretty astute kid, but that totally is not what I said. What I was trying to articulate was that Easter was a very important holiday to Christians and that no, it was not at all surprising that Paige would be going to church on Easter – that to some people Easter is a sacrosanct time and not just the day when kids get candy in a basket.
I have no idea what became of the zombie Jesus conversations, but I do know that on Sunday morning Ian climbed into bed with me and said “Remember what happened today a long time ago? Before the dinosaurs?”
I bit. “What happened today before the dinosaurs?”
He rolled his eyes at me. “You know, Jesus came back to life.”
I always thought it would be less confusing to raise children without religion.
I was wrong.