I have mixed views on Easter. On the one hand, I dislike any intrusion of religion into my daily life. I see the church –
that’s to say, the Christian church in this country - as an idiosyncrasy
in an ever more secular society. I'm not the only one.
The
British Social Attitudes survey has been asking us about our religious
views since 1983. The survey reveals that today, well over half of us
aren't at all religious while Christian faiths are fast losing
believers. Many British people who retain spiritual beliefs
aren't Christians.
I visit
churches for weddings and funerals, but really these are parties. When I
fill in forms asking for personal religious details, I scrawl 'N/A' and
move on. If the church is given airtime to 'speak out' on issues that
don't concern it or about which it knows nothing, I shout at the
television.
But at least
we can all enjoy Britain's annual chocolate egg-fest. Maybe it's a
hangover from childhood, but I have a great fondness for the old Easter
egg. The satisfying snap as the first piece of shell is broken off;
picking through the sweeties inside (to make this interesting, really
they have to be different); wrapping the remaining shell in its foil, as
we save a fragment for later.
So over the Easter break I'm
looking forward to receiving loads of eggs, touch wood. Although if you
like to believe it, touching wood didn't do much for Jesus.
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