Day 91: Insurrection via Resurrection

“Let us ban together to invent all the miracles and resurrection appearances which we never saw and let us carry the sham even to death! Why not die for nothing? Why dislike torture and whipping inflicted for no good reason? Let us go out to all nations and overthrow their institutions and denounce their gods! And even if we don’t convince anybody, at least we’ll have the satisfaction of drawing down on ourselves the punishment for out own deceit.”
– Eusebius

As I mentioned the other day, I don’t often talk about my faith on this blog.  I don’t intentionally shy from it, but it’s not exactly a topic of conversation when you’re discussing running, lifting weights, cooking, or bird-watching.   However, today is Easter Sunday, so I will post a thought or two on the holiday from a Christ-follower perspective.

emmaus road-1

I prefer the term Christ-follower as opposed to Christian.  I find that society today has placed enough unrelated connotations on the term “Christian” that it has lost its meaning.  As with all things in society, he who controls the language controls the thought.  Ergo, when we started attending our church a number of years ago, and they termed themselves Christ-followers instead of Christians, I liked it and have liked it ever since.

I digress.  As most people are at least aware, Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.  We believe that Christ was killed by the Romans and that He actually, factually died.  Dead as a doornail.  Buried.  Cell activity ceased.  Brainwaves vanished.  He was gone.  (The Romans did a lot of things well: roads, aqueducts, gladiatorial combat, and death by torture.)  This occurred on a Friday.  On the following Sunday, He came back to life.  Activity began flowing throughout His body.  His organs returned to functioning.  His brain came back.  He came back to life.  And a lot of people saw Him.

“I went to a psychologist friend and said if 500 people claimed to see Jesus after he died, it was just a hallucination. He said hallucinations are an individual event. If 500 people have the same hallucination, that’s a bigger miracle than the resurrection.”
– Lee Strobel

I know.  It’s pretty odd when you think of it that way.  We’ve got no frame of reference for it.  Yes, there were some non-corporeal things that occurred during His time on the “other side”, including a conquering of the devil and atonement for every sinner who would place their trust in Him.  But the resurrection itself, from a scientific standpoint, is something entirely of this earth.  And as far as we know, He is the only person every to manage to do this after being that truly dead.  Death is otherwise pretty good at catching up to us all at one point or another.

“I know the resurrection is a fact, and Watergate proved it to me. How? Because 12 men testified they had seen Jesus raised from the dead, then they proclaimed that truth for 40 years, never once denying it. Every one was beaten, tortured, stoned and put in prison. They would not have endured that if it weren’t true. Watergate embroiled 12 of the most powerful men in the world-and they couldn’t keep a lie for three weeks. You’re telling me 12 apostles could keep a lie for 40 years? Absolutely impossible.”
– Charles Colson

So how can I, as an intelligent, thinking, naturally-skeptical person, choose to believe in something that only one man has ever managed to do?  Something that has no other basis in scientific fact and has never occurred in the rest of recorded history.

Well, let me put it this way.  I may be a fool.  I choose to believe what I choose to believe.  I don’t ask you to believe what I believe, and I would never force you to accept my beliefs, either.  However, hear me out on this for a few quick thoughts.

Whatever you feel or think about Christianity, there are three things that we know – we KNOW – are true:

  1. We know that there was a man named Jesus of Nazareth, right?  I mean, aside from the Judeo-Christian Bible, there are countless records of a man named Jesus of Nazareth who wandered through ancient Israel as a teacher.  I don’t know of anyone, atheist or otherwise, who refuses to believe that this man existed.  So we accept this to be true.  This man, divine or otherwise, existed.
  2. We know His followers believed in His resurrection.  Paul, the man who would become the first large-scale (and arguably, the most successful ever) missionary for Christ, mentions the resurrection in many of his letters.  They write of it as an actual, earthly resurrection; not as some spiritual or meta-physical or theological analogy, but the actual resurrection.  They specifically chose words in ancient Greek and Latin that did not mean spiritual resurrection, etc…  And these people DIED for believing as such.  I’m not talking about later generations who were martyred for their faith.  I mean people who supposedly witnessed Christ upon His resurrection actually went to their own deaths professing that He rose.  Roman historical accounts mention this.  Greek historians mention this.  His contemporaries, his disciples, were persecuted by their own neighbors for this belief.  They believed it.
  3. We know that something occurred that created an entirely new worldview at this time.  Never before had a cult, religion or other teaching/following gained such a faithful following so quickly.  This event turned everything these people knew about “religion” on its ear.  Think of the world in the Middle East at this time: a region where Judaism met Roman deities who met Greek deities who met Pharaohs…  Everyone, everywhere had some form of worship involving sacrifices, temples and rituals.  Suddenly, whatever this event was, it occured.  Now, there was an ever-increasing number of people who claim there were no sacrifices required to atone for sins, you didn’t have to go to a temple to worship, and the only ritual you have to follow is professing your faith.  (Remember, this is before the Church got involved and added now-traditional rituals).

  4. I’m sure there had been other radical teachers who had their own followers.  Some of them may have even inspired a movement or two amongst their flock.  But nothing, NOTHING, came close to being as mind-bogglingly impactful as whatever this event was.  Whatever it was, it had a huge impact on the lives of people who were there.

“Either the men of Galilee were men of superlative wisdom, and extensive knowledge and experience, and of deeper skill in the arts of deception than any and all others, before them or after them, or they have truly stated astonishing things which they saw and heard.”
– Simon Greenleaf

To distill this down, here’s essentially what I am saying: What we know, empirically, is that something amazingly impactful happened around the time of the end of the life of a man called Jesus of Nazareth, and those closest to him say that they saw him come back from the dead.

“The New Testament witnesses were fully aware of the background against which the resurrection took place.”
-Josh McDowell

Tell me, is it really that hard to believe that, skepticism aside, this could have occurred, based on those three facts alone?  I’m not saying 100%, without-a-doubt, bet-the-farm believe.  I’m saying believe that it could have.  Yes, no one has ever seen this happen since.  Guess what, no one alive today has ever seen a dodo bird.  We have historical accounts that they existed.  We have evidence from eyewitnesses that saw them.  We have stories.  But no one today has ever seen one.  Doesn’t mean they didn’t exist.  The belief that it could have occurred is an essential building block for learning more about Jesus.  It’s the starting point.


Besides, whether you believe in the resurrection of Christ or not, it has almost nothing to do with the faith for Christ-followers everywhere.  That it is possible, based upon historical accounts, that He actually came back to life is one thing.  What matters in the hearts of Christ-followers is not what occurred on that Sunday, but rather why He died on Friday.

“Perhaps the transformation of the disciples of Jesus is the greatest evidence of all for the resurrection.”
-John Stott

I’m not here to convince you to believe one way or another.  I’m simply stating my case for why I, after all I’ve seen, have chosen to believe that there is a chance this actually occurred.  And because it may have occurred, and based upon the rest of His teachings and what scripture said would occur, I have placed my faith in Christ.  But that’s not the point I am getting at…I’m simply saying that, on the balance of a scale where could have is on one side and couldn’t have is on the other, the scales seem to be tipped towards could have.  

It was enough to inspire an insurrection against the religions of the time that became the most influential movement and belief system in the world.  And it’s enough for me.

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“It will not do … to say that Jesus’ disciples were so stunned and shocked by his death, so unable to come to terms with it, that they projected their shattered hopes onto the screen of fantasy and invented the idea of Jesus’ ‘resurrection’ as a way of coping with a cruelly broken dream. That has an initial apparent psychological plausibility, but it won’t work as serious first-century history.

We know of lots of other messianic and similar movements in the Jewish world roughly contemporary with Jesus. In many cases the leader died a violent death at the hands of the authorities. In not one single case do we hear the slightest mention of the disappointed followers claiming that their hero had been raised from the dead. They knew better. ‘Resurrection’ was not a private event. It involved human bodies. There would have to be an empty tomb somewhere.

A Jewish revolutionary whose leader had been executed by the authorities, and who managed to escape arrest himself, had two options: give up the revolution, or find another leader. We have evidence of people doing both.

Claiming that the original leader was alive again was simply not an option. Unless, of course, he was.”
—N.T. Wright

Day 86: Peeing on the Side of the Road

“Patience is the companion of wisdom.”
-St. Augustine

I posted two days ago about being stuck on the Interstate in Illinois.  At the time, we had been stuck for 15 minutes.  It was 8:00 pm.

We began moving again around 1:47 AM!

We were stuck on the road for 6 hours.  Two semis had jack-knifed on the road two miles ahead of us, blocking both lanes.  To make matters worse, we were 11 miles from Champaign, IL, and the tow truck had to deal with the terrible roads to get there.  Then he managed to get stuck, a salt truck careened into a guard rail, and several more tow trucks had to be called to the scene.  It was excruciating.

It was also a lesson in patience.


I tend to be an impatient person.  I want to do things now.  I don’t like shopping around Christmas because I don’t like to wait in line.  I prefer to drive on roads where I stand little chance of being in a traffic jam.  And given the chance, I will always drive in crappy weather rather than wait it out.  Last Sunday, I’m pretty sure the Lord sent a guardian angel to watch over us, because I probably could have placed us directly in the path of those trucks.

We stopped for gas around 6:45pm.  Certainly not unusual.  We used the same trip to empty bladders, and here is where decisions mattered.  Rather than both going at the same time, we staggered our trips to the loo, thereby delaying our re-entry onto the road by probably 90-120 seconds.  I also felt like buying a large hot chocolate, which I never drink in the afternoons because of the caffeine, and a pair of 1-liter bottles of water.  We had half a liter already in the car, but I felt the urge to purchase those bottles because I thought the 2-for-$3 deal was good.  All told, the staggered trips to the john and purchases put us back on the road about 4 minutes later than we could have been.

As I said, we were almost exactly 2 miles behind the accident.  We were travelling about 30 mph.  At that speed, one covers 2 miles in 4 minutes.  That 4 minute “delay” at the gas station quite possibly saved our lives.  Even if we had been ahead of the wreck, I counted almost 200 cars in the ditch in the ensuing 50 miles and at least 4 exits with abandoned or snowed-in cars, meaning that in all likelihood we would have wound up in a ditch or snowed-in on some exit.

Blizzard Car Wreck

This could very easily have been us.

Truth be told, our delay gave the Illinois DOT and state police time to move many cars and plow the road (although I use the term “plow” loosely).  Instead of a horrendous night in a ditch, paying for a tow and/or repairs, and a hike through a blizzard, we simply had to sit in a warm car, listen to music and play games.  Did I mention that the hot chocolate came in handy, and the water lasted us all night (although I had to pee on the side of the road a few times)?  

Yes, I believe someone was looking out for us.

I don’t talk much about my faith on this blog.  I’m not ashamed of it, nor would I feel the need to downplay it.  It’s just not something that comes up as I relate these stories.  Over the last year and a half, I’ve come to see the Lord’s hand in my life in many different ways, and as I look back at some hard times, I believe that I have had my own footprints in the sand.  I have also come to believe that Jesus doesn’t always come out and openly work in our lives;  He is sometimes instead rather cunning and playful in His work.  I believe the need to pee at a different time than my wife may have been one of those moments.  If my bladder alarm had signaled in tandem with hers, I wouldn’t have wandered by the water or hot chocolate.  Hence, we wouldn’t have been delayed.

Whether you believe these things are Divine Providence, Pure Coincidence, Karma, Shawarma, Andrew Luck or something else entirely, you have to admit it probably saved our trip.


So while we complained about IL-DOT and the state police, we were safe.  While we complained about not being home, we were warm.  While we complained about pop music on today’s radio, we were fortunate.  And while we complained about being stuck, we were alive.

Sometimes, it’s not the trip that gets you where you need to be.  It’s the lessons you learn along the way.


As always: This is simply my journal as I try to better myself. I hope it inspires you to focus on yourself. Make 2013 YOUR year.
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Day 59: Mourning to Joy

Still dealing with some mourning over the passing of my grandfather this past weekend. I’m not depressed or sad, but I’ve noticed that his death did sap some of my motivation. Mostly, I believe, it was because it arrested my momentum. I’ve had to work hard to overcome the slide.

I came across this tonight in my devotional, so I thought I would share it. I know that I have to force myself back up on the proverbial horse- my grandfather was never one for quitting on anything, even broken old furniture. This quote from the book of Isaiah just seemed to sum up the way I want to feel…

…to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning.

The author is saying that The Lord will replace mourning sorrow with joy. He will see to it that we are happy again. He wants us to be happy.

I rest comfortable in this knowledge.

I hope your days are filled with joy and perseverance right now. May tomorrow bring an even better day than today for you!

Day 45: Love

It is important for me to remember as I go through this journey that my goal is to be a Better Man, not just have a more in-shape body. Even at 45 days in, I find myself focusing on the physical when I think of being better. But the truth is that my goals are far more diverse than just working out, and I need to remember to focus on these other goals when I blog.

One of my biggest passions this year is to work in increasing my awareness of, and expression of, my love for my friends and family. Today being Valentine’s Day, I thought I would focus on one of the greatest, most poignant, and wholly true passages about love found anywhere. Even if you don’t share my faith, you can appreciate 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 from the New Testament.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails.