…and asks (quite reasonably) “When do coincidences stop being coincidences?” The extreme unlikelihood of our universe and the unbelievably fine-tuned precision of the thing scream “You Know Who made me!” So determined people try to dodge it with evidence-free multiverse theories that try to drown this universe in an ocean of other universes for which there is not a jot of evidence, much less proof. Of course, even if there were an infinitude of other universes, the question would still remain “Why is there anything, why does it have statistical rules at all and why is it intelligible?” Which takes us back to You Know Who.
It takes more faith than I have ever been able to muster to look at the universe and say, “That was lucky”. I am a theist because I am weak in faith. Fr. Spitzer’s powerful arguments destroy whatever lingering faith in the preposterous atheist scenarios might still appeal to me at a childish, needy, emotional level.