No greenpilll here, just some personal accounts.
I just had Easter with my properly-ethnic family. As much of genuine religious ritual exists today, most of it was a farce, but nevertheless we did the required religious rituals and during that time I felt a genuine sense of upliftment.
I see it more or less as a ritual to Yab (Yahweh-Allah-Brahma, a.k.a. the Demiurge), but in this day and age, even services to Yab provide much-needed couternance to the nihilism rampant everywhere. If you feel the desire to truly make the most of it, read it from a Gnostic worldview and it's really quiet inspiring.