Today I read a brilliant letter to an eleven year old who had a difficult and disturbing question. Here is the start of the letter (the rest of the article can be read by clicking the link at the bottom of the page):
This is not your real name. But I do know your real name. It starts with an A. Your father told me your name. And I know you are 11 years old. And I believe your parents want to be missionaries.
After I preached in South Carolina recently, your father came up to me and handed me a note with his email address and your name on it. He asked me to write to you. He was very serious and said you had a serious question. The question was something like this:
If God promises to meet all our needs, why are we hungry?