I’m rarely “absolutely” certain.
It’s one of the things I admire about neurosurgeons. I’ve encountered a few of them over the years, and they don’t often say “maybe.” Neurosurgeons tend to be sure about the situation and what to do about it. When you talk to them you don’t hear “probably” or “likely.”
It’s exactly what I want from a brain surgeon. If a guy’s going to cut into my head or spinal cord, I want him to be absolutely certain.
I’ve also noticed that the best neuro docs care a lot, but they don’t try to sell their ideas. You can agree and follow their guidance, or get another opinion, or walk away.
For me, most everything is an “I think so.” I put on a good act, but inside I mostly lean toward “what if I’m wrong?”
There aren’t many times I’m absolutely sure.
Easter is one of those times. Easter wasn’t about “maybe.”
Jesus didn’t “probably” die and “most likely” rise again after three days. I believe a heart, absolutely dead for three days, suddenly beat again. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m absolutely certain it did.
I’d like everyone to share in the hope of Jesus’ resurrection. But helping others decide is His job.