I am sixty-one years old. If Jesus didn't rise, I don't want to know about it. What possible good would it serve to know, other than to make the day of radical atheists. The joke would be on them, though. They'd have to find something else to constantly bitch about, or give up their membership in the League of the Perpetually Offended. As with Area 51, I just don't want to know.
I am perfectly content to live, what is left of my life, having faith in little green men and the loving God that made us all.
If you'd like to read the rest of my post, I invite you to follow this link to my blog, "The Path": Easter - Just a Thought