Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. Since God gave man freedom, we can, if need be, accept the idea that He is not responsible for man’s crimes. The responsibility for shit, however, rests entirely with Him, the Creator of man. (p. 246)
C’mon now, we’ve all had these thoughts. Maybe the questioning of beliefs begins in simpler ways, where we’ll wonder where Jesus went potty, put we accept as fact the Miracle of Cana where He turned water into wine, or where He fed hundreds by multiplying two loaves of bread and five fishes (or vice verse, it doesn’t matter, it’s still a mean feat).
Where is the point where faith becomes necessarily faced and questioned? Is this Kundera’s way of telling us his beliefs (which I don’t think it is) or is he asking the reader to open his own mind and consider these questions, even while reading a book of fiction.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology