A year or so ago I saw a really sappy picture and accompanying story that showed how God was looking after you, even when it seems everything was going wrong. Slept in late? Angel was fighting an angel of death. Foot massager died? It was going to electrocute you. Cell phone cut out? The guy you were talking to was going to twist your words to make you look bad. Etc.

So I decided to slightly modify the picture and accompanying story. Enjoy.

Me: God, can I ask You a question?

God: Sure.

Me: Promise You won’t get mad?

God: I promise.

Me: Why did You let so much evil happen to me? To anybody?

God: What do you mean?

Me: Well, a month ago soldiers burst into my home in the early morning.

God: Yes.

Me: They dragged me out of my home. I was half naked!

God: Okay.

Me: They stole all my possessions and herded me into a cattle car with others.

God: Hmmmmm

Me: They work us day and night! We barely get any food and the old and weak are starting to die off.

God: All right

Me: And on top of it all off, now we’re just waiting for death ~I just want this nightmare to be over. BUT it keeps going!!! The world makes no sense! Why would You allow this?

God: Let me see, as the soldiers raided your home, your neighbors woke up and were allowed to escape during the confusion. They were able to escape to America.

Me (humbled): OH

GOD: I didn’t let you take any of your possessions, because if you had, you would have been beaten and killed by a desperate man who thought your coat and watch would have helped him. I knew they would give you a new set of clothes at your new destination, so that all worked out!

Me: (ashamed)

God: And I allowed them to put you in the cattle cars, because the few who couldn’t fit inside were shot on the spot.

Me (confused): Okay…

God: I allow the old and weak to die so that the few that remain have more food so you can stay strong. Besides, if that one kid grew up, he would make Hitler look like Santa.

Me (worried): I… see

God: Sure, most of the people here will die, many in the furnaces, but I planned all this so that you could write a gripping story about your encounter with death, staring into the void and your struggle with belief. You’ll become a famous author who helps people struggle with and deal with evil.

Me: And that makes it all right?

God: Don’t be worried, just learn to Trust Me…. You can’t make a new world without sacrificing a few million eggs.

Me: Isn’t there an easier way?

God: Don’t doubt that My plan for you is Always Better than your plan. I Love looking after My Children.

Remember, God has a plan for you! It might be for you to be thrown under a bus, but I’m sure it will be useful to someone at some point. Right? Right? Repost if you agree!