In the past, I have sometimes at Easter written as a Christian to Christians, sometimes to the broader community. On the latter occasions, I’ve tried to find meanings in the Easter celebration for those who don’t believe in Christ, such as the value in coming together as families, celebrating hopefulness in a generalised sort of way or even just taking the opportunity for refreshment that a few days off can afford us. This year, looking around at our nation, I feel I have to try to speak to the community about what the Christians are on about at Easter, what it means to us.
OK, we’re going back in time. Not very far, but you’re reading this in March while my head is still in February. I’m going to one of our high schools this afternoon to have a conversation with its student leaders, and I have a trick question to put to them.
When I first heard the word, which seems like only a year or so ago, I took it for a solipsism or rather, perhaps, one of those quasi-existent words that people use because they think they sound more impressive than the common alternative. But as people continued to seek my ‘agreance’ on this or that, I realised we had a new social phenomenon on our hands. Nonetheless, I suspected the word didn’t really exist.