I Could Be Wrong, But I Doubt It: Why Jesus Is Your Greatest Hope on Earth and in Eternity

by Phil Robertson

I believe there’s a hope that’s bigger—much bigger—than the tragedy of death.

In other words, I put on immortality. The apostle Paul described my transformation two thousand years before it happened: Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. (1 Cor. 15:51–53)

Everything in us cries out that death is unnatural, that it isn’t supposed to be this way, but it will still happen to all of us.

Age and death continue to stun me, but in my inner being, I anticipate Resurrection Day with passionate desire. I can’t wait to experience it.

Even as a young boy traipsing through the woods and swamps in Northwest Louisiana, my observations led me to ask simple questions about the origin of the universe. How do ducks know when it’s time to leave the far north and head south for the winter? How do they know the way? How do they find the same ancestral water holes year after year? The same flight patterns? The same migration routes? The same stops along the way?

So men are without excuse rom 1:20

changes in the vegetation that are brought on by the changing of the seasons are, in themselves, a sort of miracle. What internal mechanism signals to the tree that it’s time to either sprout new vegetation or shed its existing leaves?

So you’re telling me that trees just happen to know when winter is approaching, when less sunlight will be available for photosynthesis, so they drop their leaves? Random evolutionary processes just equipped plants with this unique strategy to preserve the integrity of their woody core during the winter months?

Like bro Lawrence / tree

we can bank on one fact. When Jesus said “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me” (Matt. 28:18), we can be sure that he spoke the truth. We can trust him. We can take him at his word.

“Aslan is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he—quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.” . . . “Safe?” said Mr Beaver. . . . Who said anything about safe? ’Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”