If there is a loving God, why does he allow evil? It is a question that plagues us today, but it is certainly not a modern problem. Perhaps it caused the most distress to those who witnessed its beginnings, those who remember sinning for the first time. What would it have felt like to be expelled from “Eden”?
I am writing a short fiction from the perspective of early Biblical characters as they confront this problem of evil. I plan to release sons of God in June.
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Will you ever explain yourself? I asked him the day before I left.
He smiled, irritatingly, perhaps, but not now.
Why do you deserve to understand things and I don’t?
It’s not a matter of deserving. It’s a matter of being capable of understanding, of seeing.
Then make me capable of understanding. Make me capable of seeing.
He smiled again, but said nothing.
You could force me to stay, I warned him.
I know — this time he wasn’t smiling.
Then why not?
He faced me, straight on. I squinted enough to look at him as he told me, because that’s not love.
He reached out his hand and I wanted to reach out mine. But I couldn’t find the strength. So I turned away, then maybe I don’t want your love.
And that’s how it happened, I tell you. Not the way they say it happened. Not me storming Heaven with an army of demons. I had no army of demons. I was a loner. A freak. And he said that he loved me.
But I just don’t believe him.
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