Imagine a world where it is possible to win the battle against weeds in the lawn and brambles in the hedge.
Imagine a world where buildings and bridges can go up that will never collapse, where planes don’t fall out of the sky, where plans succeed and crops are healthy; where work is never futile.
Imagine a world where governments always serve, where power is not abused, where the things that “must never happen again” never happen again.
Imagine a world where wrong-doing is never ignored, where those who destroy families or raid bank accounts or selfishly crush other people have nowhere to hide.
Imagine a world where my guilt for the things I have done can be brought into the open, faced, atoned for; where the mess I have made of my life can be untangled and re-worked like new.
Imagine a world where people never hear devastating news from doctors, where life does not become harder and harder as the years advance, where death is not an invincible enemy.
Of course it’s a fantasy world, isn’t it? This is so far removed from life as we experience it now that we can hardly imagine such a world existing without a major overhaul; a complete strip-down of the universe with all the parts assembled differently, a world with a new theory of everything.
But what if there had been a time when just such a rearrangement of the universe had been seen? What if there had been a man whose whole life work never once had the shadow of futility and despair fall across it?
Imagine if we lived in a world where, even just once, a dead man had lived again, with a new kind of body that would never weaken, age or die.
Imagine the glimmer of solid hope that might be to us!