Death and resurrection. It’s the impossibility around which every other impossibility of the Christian faith orbits. (Rachel Held Evans: Searching for Sunday (2015), p. 38)

I find the cosmological argument for the existence of God convincing—I can’t conceive of a universe without a first cause. I can believe in the Trinity. I can believe in creation, so long as you give me longer than six days. I struggle with divine intervention in the world, not because I don’t believe God is capable but because of the problem of evil it raises. But resurrection . . . our resurrection. If you can swallow that, you can swallow all of it. I think I want it to be true—I mean, an eternity in heaven could be pretty nice—but it also scares the crap out of me. We’re finite beings, and we can only ever understand infinity as an abstract concept. An existence that transcends time is, well, transcendent. Beyond our understand and the nature of our being. Guaranteed to blow your mind.

Ken Tryon @ArtGeek