We don’t have to understand everything that happened at Easter

Veronica Zundel unpacks the differing views on the cross, and provides her own take on the meaning of Easter

As a child, Easter meant little to me other than chocolate eggs and some rousing hymns in school assembly. Growing up with one Jewish parent and one lapsed Catholic, I was much more interested in Christmas, which was my first experience of what I would now call the numinous – the way my dad ran the ritual part of Christmas gave me a sense of something beyond the everyday; something holy.