So… What’s Easter Really About?

Alright, folks. Let’s talk about Easter. And no, I don’t mean the sugar-fueled, chocolate-smeared, bunny-chasing chaos that turns your living room into a pastel war zone every spring. I’m talking about EASTER. The real deal. The OG reason why you get a long weekend and your grandma wears her sparkliest brooch to church.

Because if you ask most kids today what Easter is, they’ll hit you with something like, “It’s the day the magical rabbit hides diabetes in your garden.” Wrong answer, Timmy. Wrong answer.

Let’s set the scene.

Picture it: 2,000+ years ago. There’s no Cadbury. No marshmallow chicks. No Pinterest-worthy Easter baskets that look like a Martha Stewart fever dream. Just sandals, scrolls, and a carpenter who was about to flip the entire world upside down.

Easter is actually about a man named Jesus—yes, that Jesus—who did the ultimate mic drop move. He was crucified, buried in a tomb, and then three days later said, “BRB,” and came back to life like it was a casual Tuesday. That’s not a magic trick, folks. That’s resurrection with a capital R.

And it wasn’t just, “Hey, I’m back.” It was more like, “I’ve conquered death, I’ve brought salvation, and I didn’t even need to turn water into espresso to do it.” That’s power.

So while we’re all out here dyeing eggs like it’s a chicken fashion show and pretending that bunnies lay them (which, biologically, makes zero sense—somebody call Animal Planet), the core of Easter is actually this wild, mind-blowing moment of hope, grace, and divine plot twist energy.

Jesus beat death. Like, full-on Mortal Kombat style. Flawless victory.

Now don’t get me wrong—I’m not saying throw out the chocolate eggs. Heck no. I will arm wrestle a toddler for the last caramel-filled one. But maybe, just maybe, in between your sugar crashes and awkward family dinners, take a second to remember that Easter is about new life, second chances, and a love so deep it makes Titanic look like a fling.

So this Easter, go ahead—eat the chocolate, wear the bunny ears, lose your mind during the egg hunt like it’s the Olympics. But also, give a nod to the one who walked out of the tomb like, “Told y’all I’d be back.”

Because the real Easter story?

It’s better than any fairytale.

And it comes with eternal life—no chocolate required.