When I was a kid, my sister and I shared a bunk-bed. Being the younger sibling, I had to sleep on the bottom bunk. I remember lying on my back, staring up at the bottom of her bunk, and my mind would wander off into what has been called “lala land”. Out there in “lala land” I would ask the silliest questions out-loud to my older, and wiser sister. The line of questioning would always go something like this:
Me: Who created these beds?
Her: People did with wood and tools.
Me: Where did the wood come from?
Her: From trees.
Me: Where did the trees come from?
Even children catch on to the regress behind everything. But where does the buck stop? Does it stop? The question eventually raised is: Where did God come from? Who created God?
With the rise of the so-called “new atheists,” this…
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