Hey, did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic who didn't know if there was a dog or not? That's a DFW joke, I think.
I've not yet read the two Bad Cops of modern atheism Dawkins and Hitchins but if they do what it says on the tin and deny the existence of God then I think they're misdirecting their energy, that's just so time-consuming. I think a better approach would be to say of COURSE there's a God because we're HERE rather than NOT HERE so for argument's sake let's call the thing that made possible the HEREness of HERE God, I don't think that's important.
What is is that then people instantly JUMP into some truly strange assumptions. For instance that the God who caused this whole IS that we live in is interested in us - US! Little me and little you! (No offence intended.) I mean - cooee! We're over here in a very OBSCURE part of the galaxy, here we are, all 9 billion of us, and this is a photo of me with my cousin Jim, he's the one holding a large plastic dolphin, we tried to tell him not to buy it. Now, to think that GOD is interested in human beings, especially idiots like my cousin Jim (he drove the wrong way back and put at least another hour on the journey), is to me like saying GRAVITY is interested in my pen rolling off my desk and FALLING onto the floor, or that ELECTRICITY is interested in my bedroom light not working because I can't be bothered to replace the lightbulb.
TWO STARS? NOT REALLY
This book deserves 2 stars, which I would like to point out is a rating between one star (dreadful, author ought to have a hot poker thrust through their keyboard) and three stars (= hey, pretty good stuff, can't complain). That's a wide, wide territory. So the real rating is one and a half stars, and the half star is because it was short.
JUSTIFYING THE WAYS OF HORRIBLE CRAPNESS*
I'll give him his due, Professor David Ford like most other Christian writers has a go at the chapter that I always like to read first, the one about THEODICY aka justifying God in the face of evil. This is the big one. The problem was stated very early on by some sharp thinker like Epicurus, who said (I paraphrase):
Given the enormous suffering of humanity, given the various forms of evil which afflict us, God can be either ALL-POWERFUL (yay!) or GOOD (yay too!) but NOT BOTH (boo!).
The Christians seem to want God to be both. To explain evil they constantly play the FREE-WILL card, which says that life wouldn't be worth a damn, frankly, if you didn't give Ted Bundy the free will to rape and kill 60 or so women, or the Nazis the free will to organise the Holocaust. Was there ever a less convincing argument? But even then you have to grapple with the fact that this planet is extremely prone to natural disasters which can erupt at any moment and as in a Turkish earthquake from a few years ago can strike at just the moment when all the kids are in school, so a couple of thousand little kids died various deaths, from instant to slow and lingering under the rubble. It doesn't bear thinking about, does it. So God is either really crap at designing planets and didn't mean for any of those earthquakes to happen, and accidentally created the mosquito and the HIV virus, and he stands on the edge of the Milky Way wringing his hands about it all:
"Oh my Me, I really fucked that one up..."
or he turns away from human beings with a shudder ("I got in way over my head on that one") or - er – maybe this planet is exactly the way he wanted it to be and ALL these things are caused by human sin -
WHAT, HUMAN SIN CREATES EARTHQUAKES?
HUH?
WHAT?
huh?
I should be nicer to my mother...
Anyway, the best Prof Ford can come up with is this :
"Accidents and natural disasters can also be seen as part of a contingent universe, which is required if there is to be both a reliable natural order and human freedom."
Sorry, NO! We could have a reliable natural order and human freedom on a planet that had NO mosquitoes, NO tsunamis and NO earthquakes. In fact I've been reliably informed that there are at least 367 such planets just in our part of the galaxy. The people who live on them have a great time. Even their theologians whistle on the way to work.
* Milton, Paradise Lost