Life is just an exercise in futility; a dead-end street that winds up in the pothole of death and despair if Jesus Christ has not been raised from the dead.

Edgar Allan Poe wrote a now famous poem called "The Raven."  It sums up the hopelessness of life without a resurrected Christ.  Poe is lamenting the death of his beloved Lenore, his sweet precious wife, and he ends the poem with these tragic stanzas:

                        And the Raven, never flitting,

                             still is sitting, still is sitting

                        On the pallid bust of Pallas

                              just above my chamber door;

                        And his eyes have all the seeming

                             of a demon's that is dreaming.

                        And the lamp-light o'er him streaming

                             throws his shadow on the floor;

                        And my soul from out that shadow

                             that lies floating on the floor

                        Shall be lifted--never more!

There is no hope for the dead and the dying, but there is also no hope for the living.  "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable." (v.19)    Paul said the most pitiful human being on this planet is a person who has put his faith in a Jesus who is dead. 

I am reminded of the story of some boys who got together to play football.  When they all got together they discovered that nobody had brought a football.  One of the boys said, "Never mind the ball, let's just get on with the game."  That makes as much sense  as somebody saying, "Never mind the resurrection, let's get on with Christianity."  Friend, without the resurrection you don't have Christianity.