Past the teacher came the depressed child, and the abused
child, and the addicted child, and the impoverished child. Loving them all, the teacher knelt and
prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, how is it that a loving creator can allow such
pain in his children and do nothing to save them?”
And out of the silence, God said, “I did do something. I made you.”
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