"How do I know that God is good?
Or even that God is?

I don't.

I gamble like a man. I bet my life upon one side in life's great war.
I must. I can't stand out; I must take sides.
The man who is a neutral in this fight is not a man at all.
He's bulk and body without breath,
Cold leg of lamb without mint sauce. A fool.
He makes me sick. Good Lord! Weak tea! Cold slops!
I want to live, live out, not wobble through my life somehow, and then, into the dark."

by G. A. Studdert-Kennedy

Written in the day before gender sensitivity, of course.
-- Burgy (somewhat paraphrased)

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