On Good Friday every year, my family join millions of others around the world at church to remember an event, that according to all normal historical precedents should not be remembered. Why do we commemorate the execution of this one man? His death was not extraordinary. Hundreds of thousands of people were crucified, and even a handful of would-be Messiahs met their end in this barbaric way. In all cases but one, however, the end of the would-be messiah meant the end of any following they might have had. Their names are largely forgotten. We don’t remember them. Why do we remember Jesus? There is no real doubt that the events…