The beauty of science is that if you don't like - say gravity - then you are free to disprove it.
The trouble with religion is that no matter what proof is offered, they always have some very wonderful reason why you are wrong.
I just don't get where the onus is all on me. If Jesus wants me to believe, how come he showed up in some backwash of the Roman Empire, and not on my doorstep. I'd offer him wine (we have some good stuff in Sonoma County,) much better than that Roman dreg crap. Or a brew. He could call me (being Omniscient, he knows the number after all - given that, he even knows when to call when I'll answer the phone, its a given, given that power) or text me, or send me an email.
So I have to assume that he is a) busy, b) does not care, or c) real mad because he is the only messiah who can whistle through his hands, and if this is the last place in the universe he sure ain't coming back here.
Really, if you were Jesus, is this your first stop, considering how you were treated the first time around?