When I was a teenager, Sinclair Lewis, the famous novelist and agnostic, was still living. One day Lewis stood up in a pulpit in Kansas City and made fun of the idea of God. He said, “If there is a God, I challenge Him to come and strike me dead here in this pulpit.” And when Lewis said that, the whole world of infidelity applauded. How smart! “Man, did you ever hear anything like that?” said the whole world. They headlined it in the newspapers and wrote of it in editorials. How well I remember that!
At the same time, many of our newspapers carried a column entitled “Today” written by Arthur Brisbane. Brisbane wrote about Lewis and his statement from the Kansas City pulpit. He said that Lewis reminded him of a little ant in the deserts of Arizona. Through the middle of Arizona ran the great Santa Fe railroad. This little ant got on top of one of those big steel rails and lifted his hand and said, “I am told that the head of this railroad is a man named W. B. Storey. I do not believe it. If there is a W. B. Storey who runs this railroad, I dare him to come out here to Arizona and step on my head.” Then Brisbane said that W. B. Storey would say, “It is just not worth my time.” Right! Why should the Almighty of the universe, the sovereign God of time and eternity, come to earth to strike down Sinclair Lewis?