It’s one thing to resurrect from the dead:
Hell, millions of people do that every morning.
The real miracle
is to die and walk among the living—
parched, hungry, full of holes,
tongue broken and white as chalk,
sun moon stars and earth
pressing against the small of your back—
and nobody notices a thing.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
A. D. Joyce 
I think quite a few noticed….enough to poke fingers in wounds to see if He was real
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