My former father-in-law was not a religious man. The only time I saw him go to church was when I married his daughter. But for the last twenty years of his life he was adamant that he had literally seen Jesus. It happened when he was in a coma and not expected to live through the night. But next day, when we visited him, he was sitting up looking like he’d never been sick. He told us he’d seen Jesus standing at the bottom of his bed. We wondered if he’d been hallucinating, but for the next twenty years until he did finally pass away, he swore that it had been Jesus who had stood at the bottom of his bed and given him back his physical life.
For two thousand years human arrogance and unbelief have conspired time and again to convince us that Jesus is no more. And for two thousand years they have failed.