I grew up in Southern Indiana farm country where the spring rains turned everything to mud, which in turn was baked by the sun into a solid crust. I learned this much about farming: If you wanted to plant seed, you first had to bust through the crust.
My purpose in this blog is not to argue anyone into Heaven. That’s not the way it works. My goal is more modest. I simply want to make nonbelievers a little less comfortable with their unbelief. I think they imagine themselves to be repositories of learning and logic, yet the arguments I hear and read do not seem to me as reasoned as they may think. It’s that thick crust of confidence that I seek to bust up. If the Holy Spirit ever uses my poor efforts to make a seed grow, that would be just fine; but the honor will be his, not mine.