How do I really know Jesus rose from the dead? Because if he had not I would not be writing this blog. In fact, I have no idea what I would be doing right now, but it would not be this.
Growing up I never hated Jesus, I just didn’t like him that much either. Yes, I went to church a bunch (my dad was the pastor), but it was just a religious motion for me at best.
I had other gods back then with different names. Theses were sports, girls, popularity, and supremely motocross. I gave my life to these gods, and in return, they made me happy, at least, sort of (for a little while).
Then something happened during my freshman year of college; Jesus saved my soul. And not in a religious I-decided-to-be-a-better-person kinda way, but in a Jesus-raised-me-from-the-dead, kinda way.
Now everything for me is different. I am no longer my own Lord chasing various gods to make me happy, but I am confessing Jesus as my Lord and finding true everlasting joy in Him alone.
The bottom line is this, I know Jesus rose from the dead because He raised me from the dead as well. His resurrection was my resurrection, and it can be yours as well.
Do you believe this?
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