Have you ever noticed? It seems that there is always one at every party. No matter how carefully you select the guests, there is always one - the wet blanket, the killjoy, the party pooper, the spoilsport, the kind of person to whom you’d like to say: "I never forget a face, but in your case, I’m going to make an exception."

I am reminded of the mother whom I was visiting in a home and, as we visited, the sounds of the children’s hilarity was coming up from the family room below. Finally, the mother got up and shouted down the stairs: "What’s going on down there?" And a plaintive little voice came up: "Nothing, we’re just having fun." "Well, stop it!" How typical! How typical, not only of such a situation, but of you and me.

It happens every Easter celebration. It happened at the first one. …