Last weekend was Easter weekend. On Friday, we remembered Jesus' bloody sacrifice on the cross as he paid the price for our rejection of the Creator. On Sunday, we celebrated the fact that he did not stay dead; three days after his death he rose from the grave. These are great things to remember, and these days have great significance--but what does Christ's resurrection mean for people 2,000 years removed from it? And is all we're going to do with it spending one day with brightly coloured, egg-shaped chocolate?