Driving down the road one day with my family, we passed by a dead rabbit on the side of the road. At that moment an interior struggle entered my soul, one which every dad surely understands. “Lord, make me less stupid,” I begged, before adding, “but not yet…”

Alas, as a fulfilment to my weak inner battle, I spoke the inevitable comment to my kids: “Oh no! The Easter Bunny got run over!”

Not missing a beat, one of my young sons wryly countered, “That’s ok. He’ll rise from the dead at Easter.”

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