By Jean Ryan
In God We Trust.
I am stunned by the hordes of people who readily adopt theism. What comfort is there in adhering to a god who allows birth defects, untimely death and the presence of evil?
I’ve always found it natural to believe instead in a creative intelligence we will never fathom, a force equally invested in all forms of life, from slugs to swans, from fungi to fetuses.
We were given brains so that we may forge our own values and meanings. We were given each other so that we may offer and receive comfort.
What more is needed?