Perhaps you've heard about Anders Breivick?  He is the person who, a few years ago, systematically gunned down sixty-nine people, most of them children, at a summer camp on an island in Norway.  A few months ago, I read an extensive biography of Breivick and learned that, one, he was abandoned and abused as a child, and two, he seemed incorrigible from almost the very beginning of his life.  Sociologically, he is a highly interesting study.  As we learn more and more about the effects of chemical imbalances on behavior, and as increasingly numbers of philosophers come to insist that we really have no free will, we wonder how to fit Breivick's life together.
      And just not Breivick.  We wonder about us.  How have our lives come out in the way they have?  Why are we not all Anders Breivicks?  We can argue about the influences of our genes, the effects of our environment, and the fact of human choice, but we will have difficulty in coalescing these in a factual way.  In the end, we just do not know.  We live with a tension, a tension between the sociological and psychological and, from a more fundamental standpoint, the spiritual that, despite the best research, we may never fully resolve.
     Yet if we ignore that moral semblance must be grounded in moral structure, if we claim that we really are no more than chemicals, then what tells us that we are anything more than, as biologist William Provine once said, "plops" on a meaningless canvas?
     Well, nothing.  Oddly, we can only make sense of Breivick if there is a moral God.