The God-Shaped Hole
"You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you." ~ The Confessions of St. Augustine “What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.” ~ Blaise Pascal, Pensées VII (425) Deep down, every person with a moral conscience wants there to be a God—someone to give meaning to our existence, someone to reliably define goodness, truth and justice, someone higher than all of us to whom we can appeal when opinions and desires clash violently, year after year, century upon century, millennia upon millennia. Sure, in our weaker moments,
