4,200 RELIGIONS CLAIM TRUTH. ONLY ONE HAS AN EMPTY TOMB. HE IS RISEN.

4,200 RELIGIONS CLAIM TRUTH. ONLY ONE HAS AN EMPTY TOMB. HE IS RISEN.

CHRIST IS RISEN! ✝️

To my beautiful AMG-NEWS family around the world — This article comes from my Christian faith, and yes, it speaks directly to the power of Jesus Christ’s resurrection.

But please read this with your heart open:

No matter your religion, your color, your culture, or your beliefs — I see you, I respect you, and I love you. You don’t have to believe what I believe to belong here. Truth has many voices, but respect and love must be louder.

You are ALL welcome in this space. This article is for Christians — but my heart beats for every single one of you.

Let’s keep standing for truth. For faith. For each other.

In a world that worships everything and stands for nothing, it’s easy to forget one undeniable fact:

Over 4,200 religions exist. But only ONE has an empty tomb.

Christianity doesn’t survive because it’s popular. It survives because it’s true.
The body of Jesus Christ was never found — because He didn’t stay dead. The tomb was sealed, guarded, and left empty. That alone shatters every man-made system of false worship on Earth.

And if that truth wasn’t enough, science has dared to step into the arena. In 1986, the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) published a full forensic investigation into the physical death of Jesus Christ — and confirmed what millions of believers already knew in their bones:

He suffered. He bled. He died. And He did it willingly.

The article, titled “On the Physical Death of Jesus Christ,” is not poetry or theological speculation — it’s pure medical evidence. It begins in Gethsemane, where Jesus — fully aware of what was coming — entered such intense emotional agony that He literally sweat blood. Known medically as hematidrosis, this rare condition occurs under extreme stress. It wasn’t poetic drama. It was the beginning of physical collapse.

Then came the Roman flogging — not a simple whip, but a leather scourge embedded with iron balls and sharp bones. Every strike tore flesh from bone. Veins were opened. Muscles exposed. Blood poured until He was likely on the verge of circulatory shock. No anesthesia. No mercy.

After the scourging, He was mocked, spat on, and crowned with thorns — not delicately placed, but rammed onto His scalp, turning His head into a crown of open wounds. Then came the cross. Not just a symbol. A 100-pound beam of death, laid on His shredded shoulders, forced to carry it through streets as a public spectacle of humiliation.

And then, crucifixion — the slowest, most sadistic execution method ever devised. Nails up to 7 inches long were hammered through His wrists and feet. His body hung in a position where breathing required pushing Himself upward on nailed feet, dragging His flayed back against splintered wood, only to collapse again in agony. Every breath was war. Every heartbeat, a miracle.

According to medical analysis, Jesus likely died from a combination of hypovolemic shock (from massive blood loss) and asphyxiation (from exhaustion). When the Roman soldier pierced His side with a spear, blood and a clear fluid spilled out — likely pericardial and pleural effusion. His heart had literally ruptured. That’s not symbolic. That’s what happens when a heart is crushed under unimaginable physical and spiritual weight.

But the horror of His death is only half the truth. The rest is the reason we’re even talking about this: He took all that pain — for us. Not because He sinned. But because we did. Every lie you’ve told. Every dark thought. Every time you turned your back on what’s right. It was on His shoulders.

Isaiah 53:5 laid it bare centuries before:

“He was pierced for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities… and by His stripes we are healed.”

He didn’t have to die. We did. But He chose to take the punishment that we deserved — so we could walk away free.

Still think your life is too far gone?
Still telling yourself God can’t love someone like you?
Look again. That tomb is EMPTY.
Death was defeated. Shame was crushed.
And your future was purchased with divine blood.

No other religion dares to make this claim.
No other “prophet” defeated the grave.
Only Jesus.

So today, we don’t celebrate tradition.
We celebrate liberation.
He is not in the grave. He is not on the cross.
He is RISEN. And He REIGNS.

From My Heart to Yours, On This Holy Day

To all of you reading this — my beautiful, brave, truth-loving readers:

I don’t know where you are in life right now…
But I want you to know something with every ounce of my being:
You matter. You’re seen. You are not forgotten.

If you’re carrying something heavy — give it to the One who carried the Cross for you.
If you’ve fallen — stand up. The stone was rolled away not just from His tomb, but from your past.

This world is dark. But you are light.
And as long as we keep standing for truth, faith, and freedom — we are never alone.

May this Easter fill your home with peace, your soul with strength, and your heart with the kind of love that cannot die.

With all my love,
Medeea Greere
Your sister in truth, in battle, and in grace.

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