This was on the daily Max Lucado calendar this weekend.
We point to our...sick child, crutches or famine-and say, "This makes no sense!" Yet out of all his creation, how much have we seen? And of all His work, how much do we understand? Only a sliver. A doorway peephole. Is it possible that some explanation for suffering exists of which we know nothing at all?
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