Jim once asked an atheist if he had ever wrestled, even for a few moments, with the thought that maybe God does exist.
“Absolutely!” the atheist said, to Jim’s surprise. “Years ago when our first child was born I almost became a believer in God. As I looked down at that miniature-but-perfect little human being in the crib, as I watched the flexing of those tiny fingers and saw the dawning of recognition in those little eyes, I went through a period of several months during which I almost ceased to be an atheist. Looking at that child almost convinced me there had to be a God.”