“So you’re telling me you really think this was the best idea God had for us…to build the universe in such a way that we show up with a deadly handicap that will doom us, hundred percent, unless we learn a story about His son, and say His name, and understand the story of how it happened? That was God’s best idea? That was the thing I could finally not overcome, and why I walked away. It didn’t make sense.” Weston was beside me now, looking at me when he talked. We had crossed the creek several times, and almost ignored the beauty of it all, our heads swimming in the meaning of life.
