Resurrection was the subject of endless late-night discussions in seminary. “You don’t really believe in resurrection, do you?”  
“Are you kidding? If Jesus wasn’t resurrected, my faith has no meaning.” 
“Resurrection is a myth.”

At this time of the year -- every year -- flower heads die, yielding seeds that are capable of producing new growth. It's the end of the old, the beginning of the new. We accept this natural cycle without question.  In fact, our lives depend upon it.

When we welcome Christ into our lives, we’re made new. "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new is here!"

I can't prove if or how Jesus’s resurrection happened. But I am willing to trust that God – the creator of all that we know and all that we don’t know – could make it happen. Because I know my resurrected life doesn't look anything like it did B(efore) C(hrist). 

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