I wanted to include this one before it slipped out of my memory.

On Easter, our church sets up a cross in the foyer with the dried palm branches from Palm Sunday sitting around the cross, and a white sheet draped around the shoulders of the cross.

Aidan, in his 3 year old mischevious-ness decided to go up and start touching the cross just as we needed to go. I picked him up and started to walk towards the door when he reached out desperately for the cross and said ‘I need my Jesus!!!’

Indeed.