Where Is God When We Hurt?

When I was in Jr. High there was a game being played by the boys that you could only play once with the same person. Once somebody had played the game with you, however, you could hardly wait to find someone else to try it out on.

Here's how I got initiated. One of my friends came up to me in the hall one day and asked: "How would you like a Hertz Donut?" Well now I was familiar with Hertz Rent-A-Car, but I hadn't heard that they were in the bakery business too. "Come On," he pleaded, "wouldn't ya like a Hertz Donut! Say yes!" His concern for my welfare was overwhelming. By this time, slightly...