Reading about the trial of yet another nut-job family that let their child die rather than seek medical attention because God should heal her, I’m reminded of the joke about the man and the approaching flood:
When in Heaven, the man stood before God and asked, “I put all of my faith in You. Why didn’t You come and save me?”
And God said, “Son, I sent you a warning. I sent you a car. I sent you a canoe. I sent you a motorboat. I sent you a helicopter. What more were you looking for?”
I used to think that I struggled with faith, then I realized that it was the actions — and inactions — of the faithful that confounded me.
