“My mother makes the best cider in Lincolnshire. She swears it is because she always includes a number of rotten apples in the mix. I was wondering if this could be true of people – if the world needs a few rotten people to make the sweetest mix. This would explain the problem of God allowing evil in the world.”

“My mother makes the best cider in Lincolnshire. She swears it is because she always includes a number of rotten apples in the mix. I was wondering if this could be true of people – if the world needs a few rotten people to make the sweetest mix. This would explain the problem of God allowing evil in the world.”

— Karen Cushman