The art of remembrance in our family traditions of Easter

“Jesus stole my marshmallow!” The indignant eyes of my almost three-year-old glared at me in disbelief as we examined his first resurrection bun—the classic crescent-wrapped marshmallow that disappears after baking and symbolizes an “empty tomb.”  Previous visions of theological discussions to help my child understand substitutionary atonement were instead dashed and replaced with the ideology …