It’s Easter weekend and I am struggling to find friends who haven’t left the city.
“Byron for the weekend, sorry darling.”
“We’re driving up to the Central Coast!”
“I’m going to Thredbo… for the hiking trails.”
Essentially, as a young 20-something, my social circles treat the Easter break as a chance to take leave without applying for it and get away from nine to five life.
My partner, who currently lives overseas, laughed when I told her of my no-friends-but-Netflix Easter and said in absolute sincerity, “Why don’t you go to Church?”.
There are a lot of reasons I could have given but not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings, I said that between the pews and my atheism, I’d probably feel uncomfortable.
But that’s not to say I don’t need Jesus – in fact, I think we all do.