During prayer time at church I reflected on how amazingly smooth, prosperous, and healthy our world is compared to very few years ago. Yet we live in an age in which more than ever, people reject the idea of the Christian God because terrible things happen. "The more you give people, the less grateful they are," I used to say. (Wonder why I stopped? Adoption, maybe.) Because our lives go on so smoothly, we consider it even more of an unfair interruption when it does not. The very goodness of our lives creates a false expectation that this is how the world is supposed to be, and makes us angry and resentful when very normal difficulties come to us. Those who lived in ages of much more suffering did not question God as we do now. They knew that the prince of this world is not our friend, that we are ourselves fallen, and that this world is not our home.