Two preposterous impossibilities compel me to act.
The first: Christ rose from the dead. Preposterous to assert, but too many witnesses to deny.
The second: the same Spirit that returned him to life now lives in me. Even more preposterous, but also scary.
It’s one thing for some celestial being to amaze me with a power demonstration. It’s quite another for him to give me that very same power. We humans have a rotten track-record for handling power. Always have. The more we get, the more we mess it up. What was he thinking?