I’ve heard it said that God is a mean kid with a magnifying glass frying an ant-hill…
I do not believe this is the case but half of me wonders if God is the parent who is 30 feet away, inside the house, cooking dinner and completely oblivious to the cries of the ants as the child summons pillars of fire from the sky to fry the helpless ants. Somedays this feels true but when have my feelings ever been a reliable guide to anything in life?
