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C.S. Guy Private Eye
Bryan Hupperts
Feb 27, 2004

SheepTrax is an ezine of humor, insight, and Christian teaching featuring the wit, wisdom and deepthinking of Bryan Hupperts. Bryan is the author of numerous newspaper and magazine articles. 

The following is an exerpt from our evangelistic tabloid, the SheepTrax "please don't wrap fish in this" Digest. If your chuch or ministry would like information on this unique evangelism tool penned in tabloid format for today's pagan, drop us a line. - Bryan Hupperts, Editor 
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February 27, 2004 
C.S. Guy, Private Eye 


Hi, SheepTrax! 

It was a dark and sultry night during the annual Passover Celebration. This years affair felt somehow less holy, more like a Mardi Gras flesh fest than a spiritual celebration except the only flashing allowed was of palm branches. 

Throngs of festival attendees and religious pilgrims crammed the streets to shop, to pray, and to be reminded of their supernatural deliverance from Egypt. Now, centuries later, Rome dominated my people and again we were enslaved so the worship feast was at best, bittersweet. Still, it was my watch, my keep, my city  Jerusalem. 

The Romans, and other pagans, were drinking and jeering at the faithful, chanting, Toga! Toga! TOGA! The God-fearers, those who lived by the Torah, the Law of Moses, would defiantly chant back, Torah! Torah! TORAH! The mood was turning ugly and building towards  what? 

Word on the street was that the troublemaker from Nazareth, Jesus the miracle worker, was finally dead. I was on duty and saw him being tried before Pilate, who found Jesus innocent but turned him over to be crucified anyway to appease the crowds. Pilate, what a wuss! The high counsel, the Roman authorities, and the masses were all in turmoil over his execution. Rumors of resurrection were spreading like Pompeii wildfire. Things were quickly coming to a head as I sat pensively in my office pulling an all-nighter- waiting. 

Im C.S. Guy, Private Eye. 

My sleuthing instincts were right. Just after dawn, I heard quickened footsteps pattering up my stairs. Half expecting to see a beautiful dame standing at the door, I opened it only to see my partner, Goode Friday, paused at the top of the stairs doubled over, gasping for breath. 

He had news. The body of Jesus was missing! They needed us. 

All the big boys were there. The Jewish High Counsel, King Herods lawyers, Pilate and his people  the whole ugly mess. I quickly interrogated the soldiers on duty while Friday went co collect physical evidence from the now empty tomb. Their story was incredible: an earthquake, angels appearing, the huge stone over the grave rolling away, and the dead guy Jesus walking out alive! 

Because that tomb had been sealed with an Eagle Crest, the Roman symbol of power, these poor boys were gonna pay for this with their lives. They claim to have actually seen a dead man get up and walk away completely whole. And Yes, he had fresh nail scars on his hands and feet. They has seen his crucifixion and there was no mistake  they positively IDd him as Jesus called the Christ. The dead man was back among the living. But how? 

All Pilate could say was, You mean I killed a - god? His eyes took on the haunted look of a man who had taken his first staggered step on a one-way trip to perdition and insanity. The counsel members didnt look too happy, either. 

And then there was more crucifixion to contend with because, there, in that private chamber, Justice died. Goode Friday had come bursting in with his evidence bag brimming with proof  Jesus had been raised from the dead! On what must have been a pre-arranged cue from the counsel, his bag was suddenly purloined and tossed into the burning hearth. I was about to protest when he raised his hand to silence me. The guards stiffened with their swords drawn. 

Herods lawyer spoke. There was no resurrection. Why, I have no doubt his disciples must have stolen his body and started this ridiculous rumor, and he added, looking squarely at the frightened guards, Isnt that right, boys? No one could blame you for a grave robbing, right? 

The doomed men were being offered a Get Off The Gallows Alive free pass. At first they couldnt believe their fortunes had so swiftly changed and they began to glance nervously at one another until they gave a collective lying nod. Yes, yes. Thats what happened. We swear. 

It was like watching a game of truth or dare  only nobody wanted the Truth. A conspiracy was born in those early hours that is debated even today. They buried the evidence, but the truth still got out. Of course, they had buried the dead man and he got out, too. If the grave couldnt hold Jesus, did these fools really think a lie could hold back the simple, compelling Truth? 

I was there. I went, I saw, and I know the truth. Jesus was executed, publicly crucified and buried. He was dead. Three days later he arose from the dead in power. I am a crime scene investigator, a witness, and I swear I am telling the truth. 

He lives. 



Bryan Hupperts  2004 
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