‘He is Not Here: For He is Risen...’

Phillip’s Egg Once upon a time I had a young friend named Philip. Philip was born with Down Syndrome. He was a pleasant child –– happy, it seemed –– but increasingly aware of the difference between himself and other children. Philip went to Sunday school at the Methodist church. His teacher, also a friend of mine, taught the third-grade class with Philip and nine other 8-year-old boys and girls…