The resurrection is the land where great mists lie, but it is the land where the great rivers spring. —David Cairns H. G. Wells was once asked by a friend if he believed in another life. He replied, “One life is quite enough for little H. G.” He looked as old as the Judean hills and just as ugly. A short, stocky man draped in soiled robes stood at the entrance to Lazarus’s tomb. Beneath his weathered face was a contagious smile. His clear, piercing eyes flashed the confirmation