“What’s the Point?” — When Easter Feels Like Just Another Day
It’s a question that creeps in quietly, especially during festive seasons like Easter. It doesn’t come with fireworks — just a small, tired sigh.
You’re brushing your teeth, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and someone says, “Easter is next week.”
You blink. Again?
Then comes the deeper sigh — the one you try to stifle because you’re in church, and your pastor just excitedly announced the lineup of Easter activities. You barely made it through the whirlwind of Christmas… sigh… And now, colorful outfits, crowded pews, noise, your choir trying their best to stay in tune by driving in the message and another resurrection message you’ve heard every Easter since you could spell resurrection? You can picture how it will all be.
That’s exactly where our friend Yomi found herself.
It wasn't a rebellion. She wasn’t bitter. She just… didn’t see the point anymore…
The sermons began to sound recycled. The chicken lost its mystery. The Easter buzz in church felt more like noise than a holy hum.
So she asked the unspoken question:
“What’s the point?”
And as it turns out — she wasn’t alone…
The Gathering of the “What's the Point?” Community
In a candid, sometimes chaotic, always heartfelt group chat, a circle of young believers began to admit what many have felt but rarely voiced.
They spoke of doubts, fatigue, even quiet resentment toward the pressure to feel “holy” on festive days.
One person confessed of how tired they were of the “The Nine Lessons of Christmas” (which, to be honest let’s face it, what are they really? Why should we know them?).
Someone else wondered aloud: “If I skip Easter service, does that mean I’ve skipped out on heaven too?”
Another laughed and admitted that, to her, Easter was more about chicken legs than Calvary.
But here’s where it got beautiful — honesty gave way to depth.
Ayo shared that Easter used to mean clothes and cousins. But now, as life got harder, her desire for deeper meaning grew stronger.
Kunle said he never remembers Easter dates anymore — it just comes and goes like any random public holiday.
Tope admitted there were years she just went through the motions. It felt empty. But eventually, she learned to use Easter as a moment of personal reflection — to pause and remember how deeply loved she is.
It wasn’t a debate.
It wasn’t judgment.
It was raw. It was real. It was redemptive.
Like Yomi, they weren’t looking for lectures. They just wanted to know genuinely why we do what we do?
Then It Hit Us...
The Bible repeats itself a lot. And yet, somehow, the same verses speak new life in different seasons. Isn’t that how God works too?
That same Easter sermon we may have rolled our eyes at?
It could be the very message that awakens someone else to the truth of God’s love.
And if we stop saying it, we stop celebrating it, how will it be passed on?
Remember, God didn’t ask the Israelites to hold festivals just for fun or fanfare.
He asked them to celebrate so they wouldn’t forget.
So they’d pass the meaning on to their children.
So they’d remember what it means to be free.
So, What exactly Is the Point of Christian Festivities?
The point is remembrance.
The point is communion.
The point is community.
The point is Jesus.
And sometimes, you find Jesus in the most unexpected Easter moments:
Like when a friend’s husband dropped everything and stormed the park in Lagos to defend her.
She laughs now, but in that moment — she felt seen, protected, loved.
Isn’t that what Jesus does for us?
Or when a mallam saw a young woman shivering in the rain and bought her a raincoat.
When someone’s uncle randomly renewed her Adobe subscription.
Or when a stranger drove a pregnant woman to the hospital at 5 a.m. and refused to take money for it.
These stories — simple as they seem — echo the kindness of Christ.
He paid a debt we couldn’t.
He carried burdens we didn’t deserve to be free from.
Your Turn
So let’s talk about it.
Let’s hear the questions you’ve buried.
Let’s hear the doubts you’ve danced around.
Let’s also hear about the unexpected acts of kindness that reminded you of Jesus.
Because even when the chicken finishes early and the choir is off-key...
The message still matters.
And if we don’t take the time to remember why,
We risk forgetting completely.
NOTE: this is a recount of a real conversation that happened on the community WhatsApp group of In His Steps Movement in April 2025. Names have been altered to retain privacy.