The Apologist was really getting warm now. He’d successfully refuted the boy with the “Bible as history” issue and that pesky kid who was all bent out of shape about suffering and God’s way of just letting things happen. The jittery man in the almost red sweater had a way of answering with evidence, a few pieces for each issue, and a claim. Good science, friendly enough to keep your ear turned, but zealous enough to prevent your attention from following. Evidence, evidence, claim. Evidence, evidence, claim.
Why the Bible? History, history, faith. History, history, faith.
Why suffering? History, history, justice. History, history, justice.
And then the Lady came along and slinked her hip and said “abortion.”
And the method changed.
He questioned her. He only questioned her.
This went on for a good long while until she finally demanded his judgment, which was accurate, considering our predictions, and inconsiderate of desperation, trauma, suffering, pain, hurt, anger, hearts, minds, and little more than science.
But she thanked him. And he thanked her.
And so it goes.