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    God's world is good and ought to be seen as a means to our bliss. But when we make created things into an end--an idol requiring devotion--we slip into that form of hell known as greed.

    At its core, sloth moves us away from everything that ultimately matters and directs us toward simple distractions. Sloth is not mere laziness. Sloth is indifference—indifference toward my soul, my neighbors, my world, or my God. Drug users, TiVo addicts, and excessive videogamers may be poisoned by sloth, but so are most workaholics.

    John Milton’s classic Paradise Lost begins with Satan falling from the presence of God into a dark world.

After the Nicene Creed writers call their God “Father” they deepen and enrich that title with another word, “Almighty”.

    There’s a nest outside my bedroom window with four blind birds in it. They hatched nearly a week ago and every so often they peak their small heads up hoping that something will come and feed them. I often look out and watch them waiting. Sometimes they squeak and pick at the air. Sometimes they just give up and blend back into the nest of twigs and grass. These small, pink birds can do nothing on their own. They are just now beginning to hold up their heads.

  I am a Christian because as much as we might want to deny it, life in our world is riddled with pain.

Bertrand Russell has a famous essay entitled, “Why I am not a Christian.” Russell lived in a country made up predominantly of Christians. He sold himself as one of the intellectual elite of his day, and being an atheist, he provoked much questioning from his culture.