“Every last material creature on this globe will come to an end.  If God has the authority to invent sperm, to invent eggs, to invent DNA; if He has the authority to choose me out of a near infinite numher of possible human combinations and call me into existence out of nothing; if He has the authority to choose my parents, my race, my birthplace, my height, my intelligence, the size of my tonsils; if He has the authority to design my teeth from scratch, then He has the authority to choose my end.”

(N. D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl, p. 112)