Why do I believe? At least for me, there are times when I have doubted. How can this be true? It’s all so far-fetched. How can it possibly be true? A Jewish carpenter thinks He’s the Son of God and gathers rabble around him who long for better lives. He gets himself killed and they pretend that He came back to life and make up a bunch of stories to give Him a marketable brand. And it works. And here we are, still selling the brand, still pandering to people’s imagined spiritual needs 2,000 years later. A great scheme. But is it all just a great delusion? A fraud?