The Problem of Little Evils

A man stubs his toe

And in that split second of agony cries out: 

‘Where is God!’

‘How dramatic’—The people around him thought

‘Does he not know of the real suffering in the world!

‘War!

‘Famine!

‘Pestilence!’

But God himself was troubled by the accusation of inaction

‘If I really am all Good, Powerful and Loving’ 

He thought

‘How is it that I let slide even the slightest of these?’