One of my kids was throwing up violently every three minutes or so. Virus. Nothing that lasted more than a day or so. She looked up at me with the wisdom of a 6-year old and asked,”Why would God make something like this?”
The same question was apparently on the mind of a writer at Isaiah 53:5 Project:
A preacher and an atheistic barber were once walking through the city slums. Said the barber to the preacher: “This is why I cannot believe in a God of love. If God was as kind as you say, He would not permit all this poverty, disease, and squalor. He would not allow these poor bums to be addicted to dope and other character-destroying habits. No, I cannot believe in a God who permits these things.”
The minister was silent until they met a man who was especially unkempt and filthy. His hair was hanging down his neck and he had a half-inch of stubble on his face. Said the minister: “You must not be a very good barber because you wouldn’t permit a man like that to continue living in this neighborhood without a haircut and shave.” Indignantly the barber answered: “Why blame me for that man’s condition? I can’t help it that he is like that. He has never come in my shop; I could fix him up and make him look like a gentleman!”
Why do you allow such things God? Poverty, disease, racism, anger, drugs, evil…
Maybe these things are not only our fault, but our challenge. Even if these things don’t knock at our door, maybe we’re supposed to invite them in, offer them a shave, get them on the right path.