This is the view from our hotel window in Donegal, Ireland, today. The last time I was here was 33 years ago. I was nineteen then and questioning many things about Christianity. By the time I reached Donegal, on my four week solo tour of the British Isles, I had a powerful head cold and outside my tiny B&B the rain was pouring down. There was nothing for me to do but lie in bed and read. So I picked up Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis. When I read these words, I found many of my questions answered.... Then comes the real shock. Among these Jews there suddenly turns up a man who goes about talking as if He was God. He claims to forgive sins. He says He has always existed. He says He is coming to judge the world at the end of time. Now let us get this clear. Among Pantheists, like the Indians, anyone might say that he was a part of God, or one with God: there would he nothing very odd about it. But this man, since He was a Jew, could not mean that kind of God. God, in the...