It’s a love story. It starts with an axiom: the penalty for sin against a sinless God is death (in case you wonder why Jews have animal sacrifice, this is why). The love story ends with God providing his own son as the sacrifice for the sin of all.

I’ve met a lot of people unwilling to accept the possibility that the universe is random and we are here due to chance…and thus they believe there must be some creator.

But perplexingly they don’t see how such a creator of the universe could possibly care about them as an individual and desire to know them personally. As if somehow creating the universe is easy but the social interaction part is too hard…or as if something created could be irredeemable by the creator. This is nonsense if we accept the existence of a creator of the universe.