a portion of a book i will probably never be happy enough with to call it finished...

He wondered “Why are there earthquakes, mudslides, volcanos, and storms that kill and hurt so many people? How could a loving God make those happen? Why wouldn’t he prevent them?””

As he formulated this question, he was oblivious to a nearby gardener. The gardener was turning over the soil in a flower bed. In the process, some worms were killed by the gardener’s shovel. The gardener did not mean to hurt the worms, he was merely loosening the soil to make the flower bed better suited for worms to live in.

Another question formed in Fred’s mind. “How can mankind be a creation of God, when mankind is so far from perfect? So hateful, so putrid, so amazingly and incredibly far from perfect.”

He was oblivious to another gardener that was tending to rose bushes. None of the roses had flowers yet, only thorns. But some had buds that would some day become roses.

As a tag on question, Fred asked “and how can a god that represents goodness allow so many truly evil rotten people to exist. What purpose could that possibly have?”

He was oblivious to another gardener that was spreading manure in a flower bed.

He was oblivious to a potter making a vase. The vase would be beautiful sometime in the future, but right now it was still an ugly blob of clay.

T-rump might see heaven, just for a little bit
Just how ever long it takes for Jesus to spit.

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