In Which I Find Myself In Good Company

I think of my affection for Christopher Hitchens as a guilty pleasure, but Michael Novak writes Christopher Hitchens is a treasure. He agrees with me about the Hound of Heaven:

something peculiar happens to Hitchens when he wrestles against God with murderous intent. Hitchens always loses (and may secretly suspect that). Preposterous as this seems, one senses he may fear that one day he will wake up and see it all plainly, right before his eyes. Otherwise, why year after year keep striking another stake in the heart of God?

The rest is a charming and charitable reflection on Hitch's arguments in God is not Great.