I don’t know about you, but when I enter the grocery store this week, I’m immediately overwhelmed at the sheer volume of jellybeans, marshmallow chicks, and plastic neon “grass.” How did Holy Week — a time when Jesus rode a donkey, flipped the tables, and washed feet — become a time when we’re confronted with the sin of the quintessential false idol of the 1990s: THE BUNNY?