What If Easter HADN’T Happened?
Do you realize what life would be like if Easter hadn’t happened? Jesus didn’t rise from the dead?
For one thing, we would remain “dead in our sins.” Forgiveness would be impossible. It would mean Jesus wasn’t the Son of God. His death didn’t pay for our sins. Satan won.
Doomed Without Hope
We would all be doomed to a Christ-less eternity without hope for this life or the next. I shudder to think of it. The dire consequences are so real.
The Christian church would be based on a lie. All of the saints in ages past would have lived their lives in vain. The martyrs would have died for nothing. It would mean God left us here floundering helplessly, living in fear of death all our lives.
A life without hope is no life at all. The futility of it all would be overwhelming. No one would be motivated to love each other without God’s love.
Easter WAS Real
Now thank goodness, all of this isn’t true! Jesus was raised from the dead! He was victorious over death and sin. The historical proof for the resurrection is overwhelming. So much so, in fact, that some atheists who went about proving the resurrection was a hoax, became believers!
There are some historical tests for written texts and apparently the accounts of the resurrection pass them. First of all, if you were making this up, you’d never have women as the first eyewitnesses. They couldn’t even testify in a court of law. You wouldn’t have the disciples cowering in fear behind locked doors. They would never fail Christ, their hero. They would have believed to the very end.
Eyewitnesses Wrote the Account Which has been Preserved
You wouldn’t have the disciples eventually dying as martyrs for a lie. You might foster a lie for some time, but die for it? And yet, the resurrection story, with all its incongruities, is the Truth. Maybe it’s convincing because of those incongruities. It is said, “Truth is stranger than fiction.” In the Easter story, that’s certainly true. For Jesus’ bloody, marred body lying dead for 3 days and coming back to life, it would have to be a miracle of the Heavenly Father’s own making. It was. And the world has never been the same since.
Easter blessings to you all, anita
Beyond Myself: The Farm Girl & the African Chief
I describe my journey of faith in my memoir of my love story. During the 1960s, I married my anthropology professor who was a hereditary African Chief of the Mende tribe in West Africa. This led me to visit Africa a number of times and live in his remote village for a year with our 3 boys doing lay missionary work. I certainly didn’t do things perfectly. And yet, the Lord has been so gracious in my life! I can only praise and thank Him!