Lia, I mean, Ariel leaned over to me at church this Sabbath and whispered, “Mommy, where is the tomb and the cross?”
“They took them down because Easter is over.” And then I sighed, remembering the stage as it was last week, so life-like with plants and trees. I’m always disappointed that they only leave the decorations up for one week.
“Wasn’t it beautiful?”
She turns to me, shocked and horrified. “No, Mommy. Jesus DIED.”
I stand corrected.