Nicholas Sparks. Return (№ 446842)

As a child, I went to church in the evenings - on Sunday and Wednesday. Like any decent Baptist. I even liked it. The world seemed simple and clear. As I got older, I realized that it wasn't. God, I was told, endowed people with freedom, but I could not understand why there is so much pain in the world. Why does God, who is so kind and loving, allow innocent people to suffer?