Once upon a time a talented painter asked God a simple question, “God, why do bad things happen? Is it the Devil? Is it hate? Is it evil?”And God, who was resting comfortably in the Truth beneath truth spoke quietly and sincerely. “No child, bad things happen because they have to happen. I’ve no more control over all of this than you or your neighbor.”
The young man became confused. “But I thought you created the heavens and the earth. I thought you created the animals, and the seas, and the trees, and the people. Are you not my creator?”
There was quiet for a moment. “You are a painter, correct?”
The young man nodded.
“And when you paint a picture, when you choose to create, do you have control of the picture once the paint is dry on the canvas?”
The young man smiled lightly, “I would have avoided much criticism if I did. But alas, I do not have control over my precious creations.”
There was another pause. “Well I made you in my image.”
beautiful olesya :)
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