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God is Good and Makes No Mistakes

A nobleman, who did not believe in the goodness of God, had a slave who, in all circumstances would say: "My king, do not be discouraged, because everything God does is perfect, no mistakes!"

One day they went hunting and along the way a wild boar attacked the king. His slave managed to kill the animal, but could not prevent his majesty from losing a finger.

Furious and without gratitude for being saved, the nobleman said, "Is God good? If He was good, I would not have been attacked and lost my finger."

The slave replied only "My king, despite all these things, I can only tell you that God is good, and he knows the "why" of all these things. What God does is perfect. He is never wrong!"

Outraged by the response, the king ordered the arrest of his slave.

Later, he left for another hunt and was captured by savages who made human sacrifices.

While on the altar, ready to sacrifice the noble, the savages discovered he had a missing finger and so he was released. According to them, he was not so complete to be offered to the gods.

Upon his return to the palace, the king authorized the release of his slave to whom he said, very affectionately, "My dear, God was really good to me! I was almost killed by the wild men, but for lack of a single finger, I was let go! But I have a question: If God is so good, why did he allow me to put you in jail?

"My King, if I had gone with you in this hunt, I would have been sacrificed for you because I have no missing finger."


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