Here Comes The Sun: Secular Easter Musings


I never understood Easter. Even when I was a Christian, I couldn’t get the hang of the whole “rising from the dead” thing. I could understand Good Friday perfectly; I can understand death, pain, and misery. But rising from the dead? Even as a devout Christian, something just didn’t seem right about that.

So now that I’m an atheist, it’s not a big deal that Easter is just another day for me now. I don’t miss singing “Jesus Christ is Risen Today” or saying “He is risen” or anything Christians are supposed to do on Easter. None of that really meant anything significant to me. Plus, I still eat chocolate and have a big dinner with my family, and you don’t need supernaturalism to enjoy those.

If I do celebrate Easter in any way, it’s more as a metaphor for the changing seasons in life. If Christmas is just a metaphor for light coming into the darkness, then Easter is just a metaphor for the darkness of winter giving way to the brightness of spring. The trees are blossoming again, and the birds are coming back from the south. It’s a new time for optimism and hope.

In fact, I think George Harrison summed it up best in “Here Comes the Sun:”

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
It’s all right, it’s all right

How ever you see today, hope it’s a good one.

Comments

  1. mordred says

    When I was a kid in a Christian family, Easter was my favorite holiday! When the dreary church service with all the torture p*rn was finally over I roamed my grandparents garden, exploring all the hidden corners where flowers and new green was finally growing. Later the family would go for a walk in the forest or along the river. I knew about the whole death and resurrection stuff, but looking back it never really meant anything to me, the rebirth of nature at the end of winter was something totally different.

    Also: At Christmas I usually got toys and clothes for presents – at Easter I got BOOKS!

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