“You believe in such foolishness, things that can easily be disproved by modern means. But there is no conclusive evidence that I did not rise from the dead as described by the words of my many witnesses.

Your bodies are not my temples, the places where I reside. Why would I not treasure my own body in the same way? Thus, it is important that you not only believe in my death for your sins, but also my physical resurrection.

God the Father created your bodies in His image; why would he leave my body and your body behind in the new life prepared for us by Him? Isn’t Thomas’ experience enough to convince you that I physically rose from the dead?

Do you not believe that Roman soldiers know well how to crucify my body and kill me? To believe I wasn’t crucified and arose is far harder than believing in your other ludicrous theories.

You make fun of my people for believing in this truth, but one day you will be the one ridiculed and I will exalt all those who clung to this truth. This miracle of mine will also be yours if you just believe in me and my first Earthly story. I did it precisely for that reason–to embrace you in Heaven one day.”

He numbs the world

By distance and space,

Or rapid-fire toxic waste

In the form of abuse

From chemical substance.

He quietly walks

Thru doors of his own choosing

And leaves the others behind

That are open wide

For the taking.

If he only knew

That we still see inside

How we would hew

The best of his pride

A change cannot come

Without pain’s clear expression

But he still hides

The truth of all of his distraction

How we long to assist

The one of our intentions

How we wish he would reach out

For friendship’s love extensions

Our fear is he will die

Before our intervention

But Heaven wants better

Than mere weak observation

May God protect

The man of misdirection

Until the day comes

Of a heart’s resurrection.

Monday’s Post: What does baba mean? And what’s the new Word of the Week?