In Christ, our own brokenness is reflected in the Creator of the fricken universe, and Evangelical Christians aren't ready to deal with the stages of grief that entails. No one gets this irrationally angry over something so obvious unless they're putting on a big, macho cover to hide some intense and crippling fear. Not unlike Adam and Eve in the garden. They've done wrong, and they know that it put Jesus on the cross, but they also can't handle the divine paddling they think they'll get (as if we worshiped Zeus, or something), and so they cower away from it all. Didn't mean to wax poetic all at once, it just came at me like lightning out of the blue. Love ya, brah!