God the Thief
A few years ago my family experienced an unexpected break-in to our house. I say “unexpected,” of course, because no one knows when a thief will strike. You’re living peacefully when—whammo!—you wake up one morning and your patio door is broken, everyone’s wallets and purses are gone, and the family van is missing from the driveway. You find evidence. A crow bar in the backyard. Drops of blood where the thief c...