I recall something from my student days in London that remains etched in my memory. My professor of Hebrew was discussing with me certain difficult texts in the Hebrew Bible when he paused and said, “I wonder if there is really a God after all”. I was astonished by that statement, finding it hard to understand how anyone could devote a lifetime to studying the Hebrew Bible without believing in the existence of the God who is central to that Bible. Was he only interested in its literature? I too was looking at the texts that were being discussed when my professor uttered those astonishing words. I took a look at him, and saw that he was gazing heavenward towards the ceiling, while speaking in deep contemplation.