It left me scratching my head. You too?

Nadya Suleman’s octuplet story is part medical-miracle, part freak show for the millions of outsiders who nothing about her. I’m just like you, asking all the normal questions like How’d this happen? Are they healthy? and Who’s your daddy?

Once word got out that momma’s already raising half a dozen youngsters at grandma’s house, public philosophers flooded the blogosphere with a collective outrage. In time, we might know more, but for now such reproductive logic is beyond our comprehension.

After I skim the social questions (Are taxpayers left holding the diaper bag?) and the domestic questions (How do you run a 24/7 daycare?), I’m left with the God questions. You see, whenever I discover man tinkering beyond his natural reach, I find myself trying to sort out the sovereignty of God all over again, wondering how he can really be in control after all.