Renan, the French Skeptic, scathingly quipped that the Christian faith was built on the body of a dead Jew. He was right, at least as far as the first resurrection morn.
It’s a strange anachronism that we customarily have Sunrise Services on Easter morning, and shake our sanctuaries with the sound of victorious alleluias. Very conveniently we’ve twisted the facts. Those who appeared on the first Easter were, they were sure, dealing with nothing but the body of a dead Jew. They were hastening to finish the gruesome job of embalming it. They have left behind them a deadly heritage. Generation after generation, for close to 2,000 years, their strain persists. There are still a host of persons who can think of nothing to do with life except mummify it.
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