Blasphemy - Nobody Comes Back.

The Illogic of Believing in Resurrection.

I find it extraordinary — even ludicrous — that billions of people around the world call themselves Christians and hold as absolute truth that a man named Jesus rose from the dead more than two thousand years ago. Death, as far as human experience and evidence show, is final. People do not come back. It never happens. Yet this single, unrepeatable claim — one event with no comparable precedent — sits at the very centre of a global faith.

For me, this raises serious questions about how we decide what is true. If someone today claimed their friend died and then walked out of the tomb alive three days later, the story would be met with disbelief, scepticism, and demand for proof. Hospitals and morgues are full of tragedies, but none produce resurrections. Yet because this event is set long ago and woven into religious tradition, it’s accepted by billions without direct evidence.

There is an irony here: many Christians are also comfortable encouraging children to believe in Santa Claus — a story openly understood as make-believe, told for comfort, joy, or tradition. Yet when it comes to the resurrection, a tale equally outside the known laws of life and death, the expectation is unquestioning belief, even by adults.

I do not write this to insult those who find meaning in the Christian story. But I find it intellectually inconsistent. We teach children to grow out of Santa once they’re old enough to know better, but for some reason we’re asked to suspend the same critical thinking when it comes to religious miracles.

In my opinion, belief should be anchored in reality. Death is permanent. People do not return from it. That is a universal human truth — and the exception claimed by Christianity remains, to me, implausible and unconvincing.