Why do I believe in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ?
There is no argument that I have ever heard that successfully proved that Jesus’ resurrection is historically probable, scientifically plausible, or logically possible. I do not believe because I heard such a forceful argument that not to give my assent would have been a violation of reason. I do not believe because I see that spring follows winter: for spring becomes summer and summer turns to autumn, when what was born of the spring must die in its turn. But Jesus will never die again.
So, why do I believe?
I believe because, although objectively speaking the story of Jesus’ resurrection from the dead is “foolishness” and makes no sense, from the perspective of my heart his death and resurrection is the only thing that makes sense of my life – my life and all life as far as I can see. I believe because I cannot believe that everyone and everything I cherish and love is destined from the beginning only for death and oblivion. My love itself is a protest against this possibility. My love is a protest against the claim of death to have the last say about all that is. My love claims for the things I love a beauty and meaningfulness that transcends what I know of their destiny, that they must, like I must, pass away. I believe in Christ’s resurrection because in it I see the protest of God himself against the hubris of death. My love for particular people and things is the intuition that they are God’s creatures, and therefore of infinite beauty and worth. Christ’s resurrection is God’s word in which He reconfirms His promise – that He made and loves us, and that therefore we are infinitely precious and lovely. Indeed, we are the bride in the eyes of the groom.
If a bottomless void never satiated lay hidden beneath all – what would life be but despair? . . . if an eternal oblivion were always lurking hungrily for its prey and there was no power strong enough to wrest it from its maw – how empty then and comfortless life would be! BUT THEREFORE IT IS NOT SO!
I believe in the resurrection of Christ because I understand the existential inevitability of this ‘therefore.’ It is not the ‘therefore’ of science or of logic. It is the ‘therefore’ which makes my life possible. I believe in the resurrection of Christ, because he has met me and led me loved. And I must love him, I desire to love him, in my turn.
Hallelujah! Christ is Risen!
The Lord is Risen indeed. Hallelujah!
 Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling