Titanic, Apollo 13 and Jesus.
April 15, 1912, Titanic sank.
April 17, 1970. Apollo 13 landed safely.
The unsinkable Titanic sank but some survived the icebergs.
The lost Apollo returned and the astronauts miraculously survived.
I wonder what gave them the power to conjure up extra strength and determination to fight on. Maybe the basic instincts to live? Maybe the thoughts of deserting their love ones? Or maybe God is at work?
Easter is celebrated during this period. Jesus was crucified on a Friday, on the third day he was resurrected, conquering death. This effectively dispels rumours of him being a mere lunatic claiming to be God and confirms that he ain’t a living joke.
Entering a city on a donkey. Dying on a cross. Buried behind stones. Resurrected. Ascending to heavens. It takes a whole-lotta imagination to write a story like this: complicated plot twists, volience and betrayals, in-depth character studies, fast-paced actions and emotions and a sweeping ending. Many claimed that this is the greatest story ever told. Somehow, I agree.
People often describe me as being too skeptical, critical and opinionated, always on the look for angles to disagree or needing reasons to believe. Maybe I am. Maybe I do use my head too much. Maybe I think too much.
However I don’t harbour doubts nor skepticism over the Easter story. I have found my reasons to believe the Easter story to be true, so true that I have to believe Jesus is true.
Faith has its reasons. The leap of faith is never to meant to be blind.
(A reflection on the meaning of Easter)
