The day before yesterday my son, frustrated at the flies buzzing around his bedroom, asked exasperatedly, “Why did God make flies?!”
I told him, “God made flies because he loves them.”
My son looked at me like I was mad. “I hate them!”
“That’s ok, ” I smiled, “God still loves them.”
Of course, having autism, my son couldn’t leave it there, but the point is still valid.