Jesus was a fairly obscure man, born quietly into an occupied nation, seemingly past its glory days (though the angels would beg to disagree on the ‘quietly.’) His execution brought an unjust end to what seemed a generous ministry, filled with hope. Crushed.
But the energising of his followers – again a small obscure bunch – seemed to inexplicably give credence to the crazy idea that he was risen from the dead. And to any one who is drawn to look into it, that inescapable and life-giving conclusion is inevitably drawn.
And it is a bit of a wonder that we count time from the resurrection. Oh, it may not be the exact date, and calling it BCE rather than AD doesn’t really change anything. The world changed on that day, as God intended it to. And it is being irrigated by the Spirit of God until it is finally all renewed in God’s purposes.
I guess we might start counting the years afresh from then.
It’s a date we have all got in our diaries.