Many years ago I was watching the film Four Weddings and a Funeral on TV with a very sweet – and holy – elderly nun. At one point in the film, Scarlett (played by Charlotte Coleman) dressed in men’s formal wedding clothes, precipitates herself at full speed into the arms of Chester (Randall Paul), wrapping her arms round his neck and her legs round his waist. I heard Sister gasp, and when I asked her what it was, she said, “That’s  exactly what I’ve always imagined Mary Magdalene doing in the Resurrection garden.” There is a joyful thought for Easter. The gospel accounts of the post-Resurrection appearances of Jesus are all a bit strange. As a writer I sense that what we are seeing is the very outermost limit of what narrative prose can be as