Christianity is unlike most faiths. It is common in world religions to see that we live in a fallen state that requires some sacrifice to "set things right" with God. Christianity is no different in that respect. But it is unique in that it is not we who make the sacrifice to God, but God who sacrifices himself for us. It is this recognition of an act of profound love on the part of God that sets Christianity apart from any religion I am aware of. We are meant for a mystical union with the Body of Christ, a union made possible by Christ's sacrifice of himself. On Good Friday Christ conquered sin and on Easter the wages of sin, death, was overcome. Uniting ourselves with that loving act through faith and charity allows us to share in this victory over sin and death.
From Malcolm Muggeridge's Jesus: The Man Who Lives:
Either Jesus never was or he still is. As a typical product of these confused times, with a sceptical mind and a sensual disposition, diffidently and unworthily, but with the utmost certainty, I assert that he still is. If the story of Jesus has ended on Golgotha, it would indeed be of a Man Who Died, but as two thousand years later the Man's promise that where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them, manifestly still holds, it is actually the story of a Man Who Lives.
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