ze little grey cells

One of the things I really enjoy is to curl up on the sofa on a winter’s evening (a spring or summer one will do!) with my wife and watch an Agatha Christie mystery – a Miss Marple or a Hercule Poirot and try and test ‘my little grey cells’ against theirs. Of course they win the day hands down and always get their man or woman whereas the police, predictably, come to the wrong conclusion. However, I do think it is very unfair of our dashing heroes to uncover a piece of ‘secret evidence’ that only they know about. Then, after all the shenanigans, after my chief suspects have long since been bumped off, they all congregate in the drawing room (those left alive) for Miss M or Monsieur P, he of Belgian descent, to describe how the dastardly deed was done and then to point the accusing finger at the culprit. What happens next always amazes me because there never seems to be any shred of firm evidence or proof, just some circumstantial twaddle, but the guilty party always seems to throw up their hands in surrender even if there might be a bit of a chase, just to get a bit of excitement into the narrative saying, – “Cor blimy ’gov seems like a fair cop!”

Way back in 1930 a book was published called Who Moved The Stone? It was written by Frank Morison. He was going to explore the great mystery of the disappearing body of Christ and once for all prove that the faith that rests on the evidence of the resurrection was indeed false. R. Totten writes, ‘Frank Morison was not a man you would find in church on Sunday. Philosophically, he was a sceptic ---- a sceptic doubts that there is any good evidence for believing in something ---- and Morison felt this way, especially toward Christianity. He didn't believe it. He was a well educated Britisher; a lawyer by profession. Morison had been greatly influenced by German sceptics, and by Oxford professor Matthew Arnold, and by Dr. Thomas Huxley ---- all of whom openly denied the Bible was true or even that miracles were possible. ... So, one time, Morison set out to disprove the historic Christian belief that Jesus was raised from the dead, and he started to write a book about this. But things didn't turn out like he'd planned.

Frank Morison described his journey of discovery likening it to walking into a forest on a well worn route but emerging at point that is totally surprising. When I (that’s me, not Frank) examined the evidence for the resurrection myself, I discovered, as others have before me, that Jesus indeed rose again from the dead and can be known today. Let us be a resurrection people, the life that we now live being one that is full of faith in Jesus who loves us, gave himself for us and is alive today.