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The story of the photographer and the footballer.
A while back I screened a small documentary about an operation of operations to go overseas and help children and young adults.
It was made by a photographer who believed that God had guided her to make the movie.
I was left wondering: why could God simply not guide the acid away from the faces it burned. Or the agent orange away from the mother whose child was left with a cleft palate?
Why would "God" care about the self-promotion of one person, but not the agony of another?
We've a footballer who thinks God cares about his football games, but why not the actual pain of another person?
I don't think we have a God, just people who think they are God, unfortunately.