Watching Easter Unfold

I remember the time when the Easter season meant the television media would overload viewers with visions of artificial green grass, the sound of clucking, colorful eggs and the camera panning to the sight of a rabbit sitting contently, appearing to be chewing on grass.

It is such a disjointed scene few could forget it. There’s the sound of a hen, the view of an egg — artistically overdone — and the rabbit laying in field of green plastic.

I’m thinking of the awkward collision of concepts.

I know theologians and historians can break it down. This belief system piggybacked the other for a speci...