My wife and I were stunned and deeply saddened today to learn that a young man who grew up just a few houses down the street from us, the son of good friends and himself the father of seven children (one of them just two weeks old), was accidentally killed a couple of days ago.
I can easily understand how some conclude that there is no God. But I’ve never been able to understand how anyone can regard the idea that the universe is the product of blind, purposeless chance, that human life is cosmically pointless and ends in oblivion at death, as somehow good news.
And, on days such as this, I find it even more incomprehensible than usual.
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