Dinner with Skeptics: Defending God in a World that Makes No Sense

Overview

When I arrived at the banquet, my suspicions intensified. A designated place at the end of a long table with my name engraved on a flowery card pointed clearly to my place in the arena. Laura took her seat at the opposite end, made the necessary introductions, and smugly glanced in my direction. With everyone looking intently my way, I took one sip of Diet Coke, breathed deeply, and waited for the trouble to begin. I was certain that something unpleasant was brewing."

And so begins a...