I am starting to write for Provoketive, an online magazine, and this article will be published there tomorrow. I’m really not supposed to post the same thing here therefore, I’ll leave an excerpt but direct you there…for your commenting pleasure. I’ve never really felt a need to prove that God exists. Before today that is, when my tawny-headed, freckle-faced son looked up at me…
Tag: Existence of God
We Are The One Percent
I’ve never really cared to prove that God exists — before today. My son looked at me with his huge blue eyes the color of warm ocean and cried: “If God is real, why doesn’t he stop all the bad stuff? Why Mom? Why?” I felt as if I’d been slapped hard across the face…
