The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup post made me recall a C. S. Lewis quip, which together formed this thought:
If the problem of pain is a difficult philosophical and theological problem–how could a just God allow the existence of so much pain in the world?–surely there must also be an equally difficult problem of pleasure: How could a just God allow the existence of so much pleasure in the world?
What does it mean that God gave us our senses, that He created colors and made us to perceive flavors (such as chocolate and peanut butter, sweetness and savoriness), a universe filled with beauty, a course of ordinary life filled with so many satisfactions? Yes, we also experience pain, but if this is supposed to be a vale of soul building, shouldn’t our lives be harder than they usually are? Why does He insist on being so good to us?