A Jewish friend of mine once said his idea of the perfect [Passover] Haggadah would be: “They tried to kill us. They didn’t kill us. Let’s eat.” ... My parents particularly liked our Easter Sunday dinners after church and the Easter egg hunts were over. We had country ham with all the trimmings, curried eggs, grits, collard greens, biscuits, lemon meringue pie and, of course, all the chocolates from the Easter baskets. Most importantly, it was the time for my father to break out the Bloody Marys and my mother to pour herself a glass of Champagne. The WASP version of my Jewish friend’s description of the holiday might well have been: “They tried to kill him. They didn’t kill him. Let’s drink.”
-- Sally Quinn, here
"But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking."
-- Matthew 6:7
