What The Events Of The Holy Week Teach Us- Christian or not
If there’s one thing Easter reminds me of, it’s love. Not just the easy kind we talk about in passing, or the romantic or familial one, —but the deep, sacrificial, and unconditional kind. The kind that shows up when it’s tough, when it costs something, when it hurts, and when it heals.
Have you ever wondered about the events that led up to resurrection Sunday? Whether you’re a Christian or not, this article speaks deep to something that everyone can relate to.
We will be taking a look at each day of what is known as the Holy Week, and how it is a demonstration of love.
The week starts off on Palm Sunday. Jesus enters Jerusalem on a donkey and is celebrated like a king. There’s something beautiful about being seen, supported, and surrounded by joy. It makes me think of those seasons in life where people cheer you on—and how good that kind of love feels.
But by Monday, the energy shifts. Jesus walks into the temple and sees things that shouldn’t be happening—people being taken advantage of, sacred spaces turned into business. He doesn’t ignore it. He turns the tables. That moment reminds me that love also speaks up. It defends. It fights for what’s right, even if it makes people uncomfortable.
Tuesday and Wednesday feel familiar in another way. Jesus spends time teaching and pouring into people, while others secretly plot to bring him down. Though there is a heaviness in the atmosphere, He is not deterred in showing up for the people. I’ve been there; being present for people who need me, regardless of the storms in my life. Many of us have. And it can hurt. But it wouldn’t be love if it wasn’t selfless, would it?
Then comes Thursday—Maundy Thursday as it has come to be known. Jesus shares a final meal with his closest friends. He washes their feet, knowing full well that some would deny and betray him. That image stays with me. It’s love in its quietest, most humble form. No spotlight, just service. The kind of love that says, “Even if it’s hard, I’m still here.” “Even if you hurt me, I’ll forgive you.”
Good Friday is heavy. Jesus suffers deeply—physically, emotionally, spiritually. It’s one of the darkest parts of the story, but also the most human. It reminds me that love isn’t always light. Sometimes it involves heartbreak, sacrifice, and holding on even when it feels like everything’s falling apart.
Holy Saturday (I like to call it Silent Saturday) is the pause. The waiting. The silence. That space where things don’t make sense yet. It’s that in-between I’ve sat in before—where I didn’t know what was coming, or if hope would show up again. But even in the silence, love didn’t leave. It stayed.
Then there’s Easter Sunday. Light, life, a new beginning! Resurrection! Whether you see it as symbolic or literal, it speaks to me about hope—that love doesn’t end in the dark. That we can rise. That healing is possible, even after everything breaks.
So what is your take home?
Easter isn’t just a story. It’s a reflection of what real love looks like in all its forms—loud and soft, joyful and painful, messy and beautiful. It’s about love that keeps going. That stretches itself. That sits with sorrow and still chooses hope.
Wherever you find yourself in the story—being celebrated, feeling misunderstood, sitting in silence, or rising again—there’s love to hold on to. And that love? It always makes room for something new to begin.
