With Blood short eyes and half a smile, He looks up to the stars at night …
He says nothing, His lips part and a deep sigh slowly runs through.
The memories of a time once much brighter and warmer cause a stark pain in the pit of his insides…
He still looks up and from the ashes of anguish that lay on his face, he whispers, “some day my love… some day”

A little girl stands over the big white ornamented 6 by 3. Unable to comprehend the full extent of loss, she leans over and kisses the all too familiar but emotionless face. “ I’ll see you soon momma” she says with glassy eyes and a cracked voice.

“I can’t do it any more” he cried, “ She has left me, My kids hate me, and I am all alone! Help Me! I need you to tell God to help me!” he lay his head on the bench and sobbed for what seemed to be eternity, as the man of prayer comforted him with a part on the back and a load full of Hope!

Atheism, in my opinion, is most cruel, not to the apologist, or the priest, but to these despairing souls . To them it screams, “THERE IS NO HOPE FOR YOU!”
Or “ YOU ARE ALL ALONE IN THIS WORLD”

For A child with the hope that they will meet with her loved one beyond the borders of life,… which borders science(a thing atheism so fully thrives on) has never ventured into, To be told on pure speculation based on immature statistical data about the great beyond , that they should kill all hope of ever meeting them again is not only dishonest but cruel too.

To tell a man that believes he will see his wife of 30 years, again after the cancer took her, that all of that is a lie, is impersonal and inhumane.

A Man desperate to find healing for his addiction problem that ruined his home and his marriage turns to a power greater than himself at wits end, only to be told, he is on his own. No god can help him because there simply is no such thing.
Atheism might call it the Hard cruel truth of the world, or that there is no way of knowing if there is a hope. It doesn’t take away the cruelty, the logical inhumanity and all the manure it paints life with.

For those that search for the purpose of life, it says life is meaningless and void. We are the ones that make it purposeful, and when it ends, so does our purpose. We are done.
There is no greater emptiness that this system brings to a weary and tired heart. There is no worse despair that it brings to one burdened and weighed with the pains of this world.
The problem is(, for the most part,) those that claim there is no hope beyond us, don’t really need it. They are usually the rich, the well to do , or the highly learned. Those who have somehow survived the cruelties of the world! The rest that promote it do it out of frustrations, anger and or bitterness.

Jesus said he came for the lost, for the tired and for the downcast… those that really needed him and cried out to him.
He came to establish an eternal hope in the hearts of men… to push them through the hell that is their life, until they saw the light of truth.

Truth that will, in the end, set them free.
The addict free of his addiction, the child free of the pain of loss, the widow free of despair.
He came to restore the brokenness in their lives. Lives crushed by a cruel and hard world that cares for nothing.
He is the Hope of the broken world. Whether or not the world knows it.