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Quick post before gearing down for the night. All day I’ve been hearing a song in my mind. Has that ever happened to you?

A few years ago, one of my brothers burned a CD of his church’s Easter cantata. All of the selections were beautiful, but one in particular still haunts me. I don’t know the name of it, but the first couple of lines are, “Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?”

No, of course none of us were there, and yet that event is so real to the Christian world that “believers” can picture the sad scene. Truthfully, I can’t imagine anything more heartbreaking than a mother watching her beloved son die a long and tortured death while she stands helplessly by. From the scriptures we know who was there and who wasn’t. We know what Christ said to the thief on the cross and what He said to His Father before he died. We know what happened in the Garden of Gethsemane, and we know about Judas’s betrayal. We also know that Peter denied knowing Him not once, but three times before the cock crowed. And we know of the Last Supper and of some of the conversation that took place.

We know what happened the next morning when Mary went to the tomb at sunrise. We know that “He is risen.” We know that when Mary attempted to touch Him, Christ said, “Touch me not for I am not yet ascended to my Father.” Bible scholars speculate on where He had been during that time, especially since he told the thief that that day they would dine together in Paradise.

I’m not trying to stir things up. I trying to emphasize that we know all of these things without aid of a smart phone, news correspondent, or computer. It’s amazing that events that took place over 2,000 years ago can be known with such accuracy without an iota of technology. Even non-Christians know of the Messiah, his life, death, and resurrection. Pretty amazing.

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