Somebody, somewhere, love me!
Written repeatedly in the diary of the late atheist Madalyn Murray O'Hair 1
A man rejects God neither because of intellectual demands nor because of the scarcity of evidence. A man rejects God because of a moral resistance that refuses to admit his need for God.
Ravi Zacharias, Christian 2
It had taken me all day to get back from my interview in Texas. My flight was delayed because of stormy weather, then cancelled due to mechanical problems, and I had to reroute myself through two other cities in order to get home. The flights were bumpy and crowded. Physically, I was exhausted-but my mind was working overtime.
I had finally finished retracing and expanding upon my original spiritual journey by interviewing experts about "The Big Eight" objections to Christianity. Once again, Faith had stared Doubt squarely in the eye-and the only question was which one would blink.
I sank into my favorite overstuffed chair, my mind whirring as it sought to assimilate all of the data and opinions and evidence I had been gathering for the previous year. I had filled a stack of legal pads with research.
My collection of interview tapes overflowed two shoe boxes. My office was choked with books.
All eight obstacles to faith raised troublesome issues. The experts I interviewed, however, had been masterful in providing satisfying answers. In several matters they were able to offer clear-cut explanations that definitively settled the issue in my mind. For some subjects that didn't lend themselves to that kind of decisive resolution, the scholars managed to dilute the potency of the objections by providing important context and insights. Misconceptions were cleared away, increased clarity was achieved, and in the end the sting of each challenge had been successfully eased.
For me personally, two of the obstacles-the existence of suffering and the doctrine of hell-proved to be the most vexing. The more I would delve into them, the more I found myself in jeopardy of losing my perspective. As I closed my eyes and thought about the investigation, looking for overarching themes that would help me make sense of it all, three distinct scenes came into my mind starting with a short discussion in which J. P. Moreland had helped me regain my equilibrium.
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