Answering the Question of Evil
One of the reasons I love living in NYC is meeting people with diverse backgrounds. Each person’s life could fill a library of stories, and all of these lives combine to form a tapestry of world history intersecting in one place and time. One part of that tapestry is dark. As we view many strands of life, we can connect with some of the worst parts of world history. I remember speaking with a dear lady in Brooklyn several years ago. I approached her on the street and tried to begin a conversation about spiritual things. She was not interested in changing her opinion about God. She thought God was evil and did not even want to hear what I had to say about God’s goodness in conquering evil. In listening to her story I realized that she had faced more evil than I will ever even see. She was one of the few survivors of a Nazi prison camp. She showed me the number tattooed on her arm and with a snarling look stormed away in ...