Yes, religion is a crutch. But it’s not...

Yes, religion is a crutch. But it’s not my own personal crutch. It is Adam’s crutch. It’s the human race that walks (if it walks at all) with a limp. And so when Sunday morning comes around I drag old Adam out of bed. I make him get dressed and put shoes on his feet. I brush his teeth. I lead him out the door. I force him to go to church. It’s a thankless task, but somebody’s got to do it. I expect that if I keep dragging Adam along to church every Sunday, he might eventually become a Christian. And if he becomes a Christian—who knows?—perhaps in time he will even become that rarest and best of things: a genuine, proper, fully functioning and bona fide human being.