This little funny does the rounds every year... and carries more than a germ of truth.  Clergy, organists/musicians, choristers, flower arrangers, tea-makers, messy church facilitaters, meditation/reflection leaders and so on, all arrive at Easter Monday in a state ranging from tiredness via kn*ckeration to full on medically defined exhuastion.  We love Easter, we want it to be special, and it always is... and then we need a rest.

I have a feeling this tomb is rather full of snoring clerics right now!

There are lots of funny pictures available online, and I guess they could offend, but I thought I'd share this one which is new to me, and reminds me of a special friend at whose funeral these same words, in the chorus of a song, were used in the eulogy...

If you know the song, you will know that the opening lines run roughly thus:

I used to think that music matters

But does it b******s

Not compared to how people matter

I think that's a not too bad summary of what the cross event is about really...

Sorry if images or language offend, if so just ignore the post and move on.