If the universe is a machine, a giant accident, a blind, pitiless indifference, where did we get the idea that there is a way that things are supposed to be!
is a very simple picture. It is not philosophically profound, but it helps me
to think about it in a simple way: A woman I know named Sheryl went to a salon
to have her nails manicured. As the beautician began to work, they began to
have a good conversation about many subjects. When they eventually touched on
God, the beautician said, "I don't believe God exists."
do you say that?" asked Sheryl, who has MS.
you just have to go out on the street to realize God doesn't exist. Tell me, if
God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned
children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't
imagine loving a God who could allow all these things."
thought for a moment. She didn't respond because she didn't want to start an
argument. The beautician finished her job, and Sheryl left the shop.
after she left the beauty shop, she saw a woman in the street with long, stringy,
dirty hair. She looked filthy and unkempt. Sheryl turned, entered the beauty
shop again, and said to the beautician, "You know what? Beauticians do not
can you say that?" asked the surprised beautician. "I am here. I just
worked on you. I exist."
Sheryl exclaimed, "beauticians do not exist, because if they did, there
would be no people with dirty, long hair and appearing very unkempt like that
but beauticians do exist," she answered. "The problem is, people do
not come to me."
-- John Ortberg in Faith