Part III in a series.
If you were to randomly ask an average Christian, even one who does not routinely pray, pay, or obey, what is the greatest miracle of all, chances are that the answer would be, almost without exception, the Resurrection. What happened on Easter Sunday morning—the disciples, finding the tomb empty, only to see shortly thereafter the face of the Risen Lord, His glorified flesh before their very eyes—surely, that single event eclipses all else. What other truth of the Faith can there be to compete with that? Indeed, Easter is the event upon which the whole weight of Christian faith depends.
If Christ had not gone through the gate and the grave of death, as the Apostle Paul warns, thereby ascending into Heaven to prepare a place for us, we are the most miserable of men, our lives less than zero, fated to remain hopeless and abject forever. There is simply no other intuition of hope more certain, more consoling, than that. It is the deepest conviction of all, the one which animates not only what we believe but how we behave. “Never was a tale told,” writes J.R.R. Tolkien, “that men would rather find true.”
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