Many in the crowd had seen Jesus call Lazarus from the tomb, raising him from the dead, and they were telling others about it. That was the reason so many went out to meet him—because they had heard about this miraculous sign. Then the Pharisees said to each other, “There’s nothing we can do. Look, everyone has gone after him!” (John 12:17-19)
Relate: Irrefutable Proof. There’s a movie that made the circuit at a few film festivals earlier this year. I haven’t seen the movie so I can’t really say if it is any good. All I know is the little bit I happened to read on IMDB. It says this:
Our heroine, Jeanine Markham, a world-renowned astrophysicist, is a truth-seeker. Her journey is shrouded by dark and unexplainable events that create a whirlwind of tumultuous emotions and terrifying realizations. Her quest is a struggle as old as human consciousness. For Jeanine’s husband and others, accepting the irrefutable proof that she presents is unthinkable – that we’re alone in the universe, that no deity hears or answers our prayers nor punishes our sins, that humanity is entirely the product of random events, and that our sufferings, indeed our lives and loves are ultimately pointless.
Good luck with that, Jeanine. Logical, rational arguments can go around and around. There are some very intelligent, well meaning people who are atheists and who are theists. There are also some incredibly idiotic and dogmatic people who are atheists and who are theists. For plenty of evidence of both types, feel free to peruse through the comments on this post. An Open Letter To Those Who Doubt Or Deny God
React: The Pharisees wanted more than anything to be able to deny that Jesus was the Messiah. He upset too many of their eschatological apple carts and they just could not admit that they might have been wrong. The problem is, Lazarus was irrefutable proof that they just could not get around. This wasn’t just some widow’s boy in a small town like Nain. This wasn’t some formerly demon possessed man on the far side of a distant sea. Lazarus was a fairly rich and quite popular guy who was healed right here in the suburbs of Jerusalem. What is worse, hundreds of people knew he had been dead for days. There is no getting around the truth. He was dead. Now, at Jesus’ command, he is alive.
I was dead. Now I am alive. My resurrection might not have been nearly as dramatic as Lazarus’s but it is no less real. My story might now wow strangers, but it is, for me, irrefutable proof. God has purchased me by His blood. He has redeemed me. He has given me life. Your testimony and mine will have different details. Part of my testimony is how God has healed me from asthma. Other people might question or doubt my story, but it is my story. I know that I know that I know what God has done for me. There is no way anybody can shake the truth of who God is. No argument, no rational system (and I have read and studied them all and found them lacking) can ever get past the reality of what God has done. He is alive. My life in Him is irrefutable proof.
God, I am so grateful for what You have done for me. You are real. You are God. There is no one and nothing that can even begin to compare. You have saved me. You have healed me. You have redeemed me. You purchased me by Your blood and now I am Yours. No argument, no doubt, no lie can ever be able to stand against the reality of who You are. You are Jesus. You are Savior. You are Lord.