“I think—I think-well, it was a judgment; it was to punish them for some sin they had committed.”
“But he was the one that was punished, mama. Was that right?”
“Certainly, certainly. He does nothing that isn't right and wise and merciful. You can't understand these things now, dear, but when you are grown up you will understand them, and then you will see that they are just and wise.”
After a pause:
“Did He make the roof fall in on the stranger that was trying to save the crippled old woman from the fire, mama?”
“Yes, my child. Wait! Don't ask me why, because I don't know. I only know it was to discipline some one, or be a judgment upon somebody, or to show His power.”
“That drunken man that stuck a pitchfork into Mrs. Welch's baby when—”
“Never mind about it, you needn't go into particulars; it was to discipline the child—that much is certain, anyway.”
“Mama, Mr. Burgess said in his sermon that billions of little creatures are sent into us to give us cholera, and typhoid, and lockjaw, and more than a thousand other sicknesses and—mama, does He send them?”
“Oh, certainly, child, certainly. Of course.”