Let’s find the flaw in this logic:
A gunfight takes place in Indianapolis.
A stray bullet flies into a random car.
It hits an innocent ten-year-old girl in the stomach. She’s bleeding.
The same bullet continues on its path and *almost* hits her sister, who is thirteen.
I say “almost” because between the younger girl and the older girl was a book and a watermelon (sitting on the older girl’s lap).
The bullet went through the book and was ultimately stopped by the watermelon.
Both girls are ok and the younger girl will be fine.
Now, how is the girls’ great-grandmother reacting to all this?
She now believes that path [of the bullet] was guided by God.
Oh… I should have mentioned: the book the bullet went through was The Bible…
“Came through the door, hit her, then it went to The Bible,” [the grandmother] said. The Bible was sitting on the seat between the two girls. “It went in here and come out here and it shredded my Sunday School book. The word of God slowed the bullet so that it didn’t kill anybody.”A watermelon [great-granddaughter] Jaelyn was holding in her lap eventually stopped the bullet.
“Right in the watermelon. Didn’t come out of the watermelon,” Thompson said. “The word of God and the Lord’s power saved. He sent the bullet into the watermelon.”
So apparently, God doesn’t care much for her other granddaughter.
And God must have it out for the Bible because he made the bullet tear right through it.
(We all know if that book happened to be a dictionary rather than a Bible, He would’ve guided that bullet through it with no loss of velocity.)
Maybe if God cared, He would’ve let the bullet avoid the car and the girls altogether…
I’m not poking fun at the great-grandmother’s obvious grief. It’s awful what happened.
But let’s not give credit where none is due.
This was a horrible accident and (for better or for worse) God played no role in it.