The barber said to the preacher, "This is why I cannot believe in a God
of love. If God was as kind as you say, He would not permit all this
poverty, disease, and squalor. He would not allow these poor bums to be
addicted to dope and other character-destroying habits. No, I cannot
believe in a God who permits these things."
The minister was silent until they met a man who was especially unkempt
and filthy. His hair was hanging down his neck and he had a half-inch
of stubble on his face. Said the minister, "You can't be a very good
barber or you wouldn't permit a man like that to continue living in this
neighborhood without a haircut and shave."
Indignantly the barber answered, "Why blame me for that man's condition?
I can't help it that he's like that. I could fix him up and make him
look like a gentleman, but he has never come into my shop!"
Giving the barber a penetrating look, the minister said, "Then don't
blame God for allowing people to continue in their evil ways, when He is
constantly inviting them to come and be saved."