I meet new people on a weekly basis. It’s just how my job works. Even outside of my professional life, I thoroughly enjoy engaging with humans formerly unknown to me. I like this because I’m searching; looking for minions, friends and potential roommates because I keep losing the latter to marriage. For some reason, they don’t seem to want this guy around after the wife moves in.

I’m fortunate in that I spend my time with a diverse set of people. Some are incredibly white and grew up in Idaho, many of them actually don’t speak English and were born somewhere in Asia, Africa or the Middle East and a few came from the East Coast. Most of these new acquaintances are poor, or hide somewhere in the middle class but occasionally, I find myself rubbing elbows with someone who has money. And by rubbing elbows, I generally mean that my elbow is chafing against their pelvis or lower ribs because they’re that much taller than me. I don’t understand what this rubbing elbows idiom truly is- therefore, it’s a crappy expression.

I could elaborate on the differences for a long time. People really do come in all shapes, sizes, orientations and personalities. But what I’ve been noticing lately is what all of us has in common, and I mean more than body hair or belly fat. I have yet to encounter a person who hasn’t suffered. Just last week, I was introduced to a man whose five sisters had all been kidnapped by some military group in his country. I spoke with a woman who is fighting like hell to avoid another divorce and a friend of mine told me the story of the loss of his fiance to cancer.

Enter in, theodicy.

(theodicy is basically an attempt to reconcile God’s goodness with the evil we see every day)

Is it pretentious to try to explain to somebody why they’ve experienced immense pain? Can I blame it on their free will? Should I say to them, “You messed up and now here are your consequences. Suck it up and try to be less of a tool next time, alright?”

That’s a wretched thing to do. Can I explain that there’s a monster out there, running amok, ruining bar mitzvahs, marriages and quite possibly killing kittens? Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to scare people like he used to, but maybe boogeymen accomplish more when people resolutely deny their existence. Doesn’t such an attitude basically provide them an easy means to becoming a ninja? I know I feel a lot more stealthy when nobody thinks I’m around.

There’s a notion out there that mans’ aches in life are no different from those endured by a mouse who has recently become prey to a hawk. The mouse did no wrong and neither did the bird whose talons crushed the life out of the rodent right before eating its guts. This approach sees the pain and loss not as evil but almost amoral- that is, neither right nor wrong. Tell that to someone who’s going through chemo three times a week and see how much they like you after.

So the question we’re left with is this: Why does God allow bad things to happen?