You've heard the prophecies, you've sat upon your grandpa's lap listening to stories, fantastic stories, unbelievable stories. A hero was coming, someone unlike anyone the world has ever known and he would make every wrong-right, every injustice-just, and every bad guy who ever got away with anything, was going to get his comeuppance. Finally YOU would have that one who always had your back, who was right there waiting to take up your cause and because he was a super-hero no one could defeat him. Because of him YOU would be unbeatable.
The you heard that this wasn't a fantasy, it was the holy prophecies passed down through the generations with eye-witness accounts of his mighty power and victories unlimited. And as you are growing up you learn that that ONE was right there, living in your town, and he had already had so many run-ins with the law that he was a wanted man. But his stature only grew as he continued to shut the mouths of skeptics, and convince the unconvinceable by the stories of his heroics and his to-good-to-be-true heroics.
And one day, word is out that he has been executed and not simply put to death but first a ritual of mockings, ridicules, insults, being slapped, spit upon and beaten so severely that he was unrecognizable.
And it dawns on you that you might be next. You were outspoken, you stood your ground, and you were growing in disfavor with friends, family and the law because of your unwavering support of the one who was going to fix it all. And now he's dead.
In disbelief you sneak a peak at the festivities of celebration at the brutal death of that one in whom you placed ALL your hope and joy and confidence. And now he is dead...
In the midst of fear, sorrow, and despair he;\'s there. What? WHAT? "Remember how I told you..." He shows you his hands, your mouth is agape, you want to both pass out from stunned shock, yet levitate with a joy you have never known.
DEATH HAS BEEN DEFEATED! THERE IS
NOTHING MORE THAT CAN DEFEAT YOU--EVER.
IMMANUEL--GOD WITH US
HE--IS--RISEN
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