How much do you really see?  In John's account of Jesus' resurrection, he recounts that after hearing, on Easter morning, that Jesus was no longer in the tomb, he and Peter ran to the place together.  They both saw the grave clothes, they both saw the head cloth.  But only John, so he writes, "saw and believed."
     So it is for us.  Although we can adduce ample historical and textual evidence for the resurrection, in the end, if we are to accept it as true, we need to not merely "see" it, but "believe" it as well.  We need to "see" the deeper meaning behind the evidence, the greater fact of what had happened.  Otherwise, it's just an intriguing story.
     That's Easter faith.  It's faith in what happened, yes, but, even more, faith in what that which has happened really means.  You may have read countless arguments for and justifications of the resurrection.  I certainly have.  Yet all those contentions do not mean a thing unless we are willing to believe the far more profound truth they contain, the truth that the evidence serves to not so much prove as to simply affirm:  Jesus, Jesus the man, Jesus the God, rose from the dead.
     A miracle?  Of course it is:  why else should we believe it?