“So good and bad do exist because God made them?” Cassandra asked.
The vicar nodded.
“And the man who killed my daughter…” she paused waiting.
“He was evil.”
“But why create evil? She was 5” she asked angrily.
“God moves in mysterious ways” he answered, a hand on her arm.
She brushed it off angrily. “He sounds like a bastard to me.”
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Well done!
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Never say ‘God moves in mysterious ways’ to a grieving parent. It would have been better if the Vicar hadn’t opened his mouth at all. Good take on the prompt, Michael. Welcome on board with #MicroMondays
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Thanks …indeed. Been meaning to write for a few weeks but missed the other two.
Sometimes there are no words…
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Thats the biggest loss for a parent, I can feel their angst.
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Yep, he sure does seem that way. I struggle to see how any of it is part of his grand plan either.
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Grand plan my big fat english bottom 😉
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Such incidents do make us question the existence of God.!
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Personally, I’m pretty convinced that he’s a figment of our very twisted imaginations but each to their own I guess 🙂
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Sad situation. I’m not sure how I would have answered.
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