Sometimes I feel like maybe we are asking the wrong questions about life and God. Maybe the fact that we exist, that life exists, is the miracle, and all the pain is part of that miracle (and I am in pain as I write this). Maybe it’s not that God allows bad things to happen...

as much as that the bad and the good are all part of what “life” means, & we couldn’t have one without the other. Maybe our job here isn’t to be comfortable & happy, but to live, to experience pain & beauty & love and fear (and I write this afraid) as the fullness of being alive.

And of course to love each other. Maybe the root of all evil is seeking a life without discomfort or pain, instead of trying to comfort each other, seek justice for each other, take care of each other.