On a December afternoon I watched one-year-old grandson Ronan-the-Barbarian crawl around the Christmas tree. He would stop, reach out his arm and dip his fist into the water in the tree stand. And...
“Christ is risen from the dead! Trampling down death by death! And upon those in the tombs bestowing life!” So sings my little niece as she scampers across the backyard, her two lungs bursting at a...