As a young man C.S. Lewis was angry at God. His mother had died when he was still a boy; he had been sent to a boarding school, which in the long and undistinguished history of English education was “horrid.” Then he had fought in World War I, in the filth and mud of the trenches of France.
How, he angrily wondered, could a good God allow such pain and suffering? How could a powerful God not do something to stop such suffering?
The angry young man became an atheist. Continue reading “Angry at God”