The real reason why so few men believe in God is that they have ceased to believe that even a God can love them.

She believed in nothing. Only her scepticism kept her from being an atheist.

You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape? The words “compelle intrare,” compel them to come in, have been so abused be wicked men that we shudder at them; but, properly understood, they plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.

My love for science and logic are philosophically tempered by an experience of human life that renders me utterly skeptical toward any arguments promoting faith in atheism.

Why do modern college professors who parrot the beliefs of materialistic determinism continue to attack Christian but not Muslim faith? Is Islam too volatile and vengefully violent? Or do they think Christians should be able to bear such pseudo-intellectualism with shoulders as broad as those of their Savior, Who bore the sinful folly of the whole world?

Its attitude, which it has preached and practiced, is skepticism. Now, it finds, the public is applying that skepticism to the press.