BLOG: Here is why millennials will never understand how to celebrate Easter
Growing up Easter holiday meant going to church early in the morning and following a procession led by a volunteer congregate as he struggled under the weight of a huge wooden cross slung over his shoulders.
After the church service we would line up to watch the Safari Rally which took place during the Easter holidays.
Come Saturday morning, we would have our very own ‘Safari Rally’ and race on the streets with mini cars made of tin or clothe hangers.
Sunday would be the best day as all the children would wake up early and put on what used to be called ‘Sunday best’ as we looked forward to a sumptuous Easter meal in the afternoon prepared by our parents.
This is one day that most children used to eat a nice meal of fried chicken with chapati and have a soft drink to accompany it.
Monday would be a day of resting and waiting to hear who had won the Safari Rally.
Quick forward to the present time. Millennials will never know how to celebrate Easter. Here is why.
Many youthful would-be congregants find nothing cool in carrying crosses. To them what is cool is taking selfies and posting them on their social media pages accompanied with emojis.
They will never understand why their parents would walk on the streets or stick palm leaves on their cars.
They will never understand what it means to pick up palm leaves and run to church to participate in the march on the road to and from church with the other Sunday school children.
The Biblical meaning of Easter is Christ’s victory over death, with His resurrection symbolising the eternal life that is granted to all who believe in Him.
For Christians, Easter symbolises the fact that Christ preached and taught eternal life during his three-year ministry.
But certainly most of the millennials will modify the meaning this coming weekend. Most of them would prefer the overnight binge drinking marketed under the Easter banner. Be sure to spot a good number of them in night clubs, ‘celebrating’ Easter.
Easter, Kenyan-style, is not the time for renewal of our Christian faith but the season for upcountry visits for family get-togethers and unrestrained feasting that are a far cry from the Last Supper.