Philip Yancey, in his book The Jesus I Never Knew, quotes Dorothy Sayers who writes of Jesus,

He is the only God who has a date in history…. There is no more collocation of phrases than that which, in the Nicene Creed, sets these two statements flatly side by side: ‘Very God of Very God… He suffered under Pontius Pilate.’

All over the world, thousands of times a day, Christians recite the name of a rather undistinguished Roman proconsul… merely because that name fixes within a few years the date of the death of God.

God came into our world. We called Him Jesus.

He lived a perfect life and died an undeserved death as a substitute for my imperfect life and deserved punishment by death.

Three days after his death He was raised from the dead. Alive.

Many have contested this assertion, but none have disproved it. It could be disproved rather simply… show me the body. Show me the body of Jesus and you shut the mouths of Christians around the world.

None have. None will. Ever.

He was and is alive and His life is the source of my hope, strength, and courage for today.

I am proud to be a Christian.

Rant over.