My eyes are burning because I'm so exhausted, but I can't sleep.

I used to think that atheists were people who just really hated God.  They hated him so much, they denied him.  That's what I used to think.

Tonight Christopher Hitchens debated William Lane Craig in, what I found to be, a compelling debate.  True Christianity won beyond atheism.  And, truthfully, I do not say that solely because I'm a Christian, but rather, that the only atheist arguments were refutes to the Christian arguments set-forth.  The atheist argument had no logical argument or solution of its own.

I could go on about the logistics of the debate, but with sleep deprivation plaguing me that's the last thing I want to do.  Really, I want to say that I was wrong.  Not all atheists hate God so much that they deny him.  Not all of them are too weak to believe.

Some atheists are strong -- strong in their ideas; some of them, like Hitchen's, believe atheism sets people free from false and often times binding beliefs.  The unfortunate spin, is that by adopting atheism, a person, in turn, adopts a belief set of their own, hence diminishing the ideology of their own freedom.

From what I've heard from Eric, and what I witnessed during the debate, I believe Hitchens is a complex man.  I believe that he wants what's right, what's good, and what's satisfying in this life.  Christian or not, who doesn't?  But as I heard him up there, so much tension toward religion in general, so much conviction in his idea of godlessness, I saw not an evil person as I thought I might see, but an intellectual, passionate, atheist guru.  

The thing he was missing was hope.  I wish he knew. 

The joy, the hope, the freedom in Christ.  I wish he knew.