Blaise Pascal

What use is it to us to hear it said of a man that he has thrown off the yoke, that he does not believe there is a God to watch over his actions, that he reckons himself the sole master of his behavior, and that he does not intend to give an account of it to anyone but himself? Does he think that in that way he will have straightway persuaded us to have complete confidence in him, to look to him for consolation, for advice, and for help, in the vicissitudes of life? Do such men think that they have delighted us by telling us that they hold our souls to be nothing but a little wind and smoke — and by saying it in conceited and complacent tones? Is that a thing to say blithely? Is it not rather a thing to say sadly — as if it were the saddest thing in the world?

Troy Borst

“There are no atheists in foxholes,” wrote William T. Cummings in 1942. “While crouched in a trench with bullets zinging overhead, even the most reluctant heart begins to bargain with God- just in case He might exist. “God if you only get me out of this alive, I’ll. . .” But foxhole faith rarely lasts. The crisis passes and thoughts of God recede into the background. To the “foxhole Christian” God is there mostly for emergencies.