The idea of bodily resurrection is not congenial to my modern mind. I even find it offensive on some level. Fortunately, my modern mind is not the final arbiter of truth, nor will truth always be found congenial to it. The truth has often been limited by my modern mind to verifiable material phenomena and relativistic opinions and feelings. These do not encompass truth in its entirety and often do not contain any truth at all.
In the depths of human perception and experience, there is a still point where phenomena that transcend ordinary experience present themselves. If I am distracted or too sure of the limits I set on myself, others, reality, and God, I will either fail to perceive the deeper aspects of truth or dismiss them as pathology and superstition. I do this far too often and it is more a sign of cowardice than intellect.
Any scientist acquainted with quantum phenomena knows that truth is stranger and more real than human fiction. Keeping the resurrection at arm’s length, either with denials or maudlin acceptance of it, will only serve to keep me buried in the familiar tomb of the self-limiting parameters that I stubbornly continue to set upon myself, others, reality, and God.
My cynical and pseudo-intelligent approach to the resurrection problem only keeps me buried and blind. I simply need to stop setting limits on reality. I need to think again. And again.