The world isn’t perfect. There are killer tornados, childhood diseases, maniacs, and mosquitoes. Why would God allow so many nasty bits? It’s because he didn’t have Mrs. God looking over his shoulder and critiquing his work.

“What are you working on, Honey?”
“Are you really going to make it that color?”
“Are you sure it needs fangs?”

At my house, my wife, The Amazing Karen, plays the role of critic. She’s on duty pretty much all the time.

Although having a reliable critic nearby can sometimes be annoying, it is generally a great gift. That’s because the act of creating something can make it hard to see your efforts objectively. A good critic saves you time and helps avoid disasters by cutting through with sharp insights.

“What are you working on, Honey?”
“The squirmy one is funnier because she looks itchy.”
“It’s better when the color makes it a little harder to see the dinosaurs.”
“The furry one looks too much like the blobby one.”

Think how much more glorious the world would be if God wasn’t a bachelor.

Don
Pittsburgh, August 9, 2017