Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it. But I’m afraid He would ask me the same question.
And what would I say then? I’m sorry I was watching TV? I’m sorry, I was too busy surfing Facebook and Twitter to notice it all?
Frankly, I make it a rule of mine not to ask questions that would shut my trap if redirected back at me.