The angel wept
“But God, I don’t understand.” The angel knelt on the edge of a cloud and looked down. The cloud glowed red in the hellish light from the blaze burning below. Twisted metal and debris littered the highway. Cars were flipped over; their tires, lifted towards heaven in supplication, still spinning. The rancid smell of spilled gasoline and burning flesh wafted up to catch the breath of the angel.
“It is life, my child.”
“But they were happy. This vacation meant everything to them. The oldest, Emily, was going to start school next week. This was their chance to be a family together. To have fun.”
“They had choices.”
“But they didn’t see the truck coming around the corner.”
“They didn’t have to go.”
“But spending time with the family is a good thing. You encourage all of them to do that.”
“But you know everything. You knew this would happen.”
“But why? Why didn’t you stop it? Why did you have to let them die?”
“Child,” God smiled, ”because I love them.”
The angel looked up as God stood and walked away towards a small knot of people huddling behind them. A burly man in grease-stained jeans and t-shirt took off the trucker’s cap on his head and folded it in his hands. A tall man, pale and speechless, put his arms around his pregnant wife, who stood holding a small boy. A young girl looked from the face of her father to God before running out into God’s open arms.
The angel watched as God scooped up Emily into His arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. A tiny set of wings appeared on her back as her body glowed in heavenly radiance.
The angel looked back to the scene of the accident below and put its head in its hands. And the angel wept.
Is this my reality or yours?