This morning, the memory of that softly silent, warmly lit chapel evokes surprisingly strong emotions for someone who is not religious. My two chief emotions are opposite and extreme. I want to thank whoever, whatever, for the miracle of a perfect new life. Yet on the same day this one new life was given, thousands were taken away in the most awful, devastating way. How many baby girls lost their lives in Haiti yesterday? How many grandmothers, how many dads? How many people are still buried under the rubble, crying for help? I would ask why, if I believed there were anyone to ask.