Several years ago, my stepmother sent me an email from India where she and my dad were serving as missionaries.  On their morning walk they happened across a group of children combing a garbage pile for their breakfast.  The oldest girl carried the baby, and when she found a bit of discarded food, she fed the baby rather than herself.

I’ve carried this image ever since and thought very hard about those who jab their fingers at the unfairness of life and proclaim it proof that God couldn’t possibly exist.  We started off equal, Adam and Eve running around buck naked without the faintest notion of what a Louis Vuitton handbag might be for–can’t eat it, won’t haul much.  Throw that down and help me remember what I named this thing with the eight-foot neck that just pooed polka dots all over my foot.  Life was simple, until the day Eve handed over her apple, opening man’s eyes to the essential symbiosis of good and evil.  Lots of people hate her for this.  Life’s not fair because Eve got us kicked out of Paradise.

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