earthlings bothers not about them, why should they trouble
about God? The Son of God who could once create a miraculous batch of
fish to satisfy a few fishermen, can do nothing to help these starving
millions! Aloud he muses, "Is there no place on Earth which is free from
this contradiction?"

His automobile happens to stop in front of an immense edifice marked
"Hospital," and his curiosity is sufficiently aroused to cause him to
alight and enter. The physician in charge courteously asks his
distinguished visitor to inspect this refuge for those suffering with
pain. He remembers that a religionist had told him that disease is a
visitation of the Lord for our sins, in the same breath with which he
had added that the Lord was loving and compassionate. If that were so,
then this was the ideal place to witness the infinite goodness and
compassion of the Creator of all earthlings. But, the first scene to
meet his gaze was that of a woman in childbirth. The torture, the
excruciating pain, and the mental anguish of the human female before his
eyes, defied his Martian power of expression. This process of birth, it
was explained to him, was not a pathological one, nor a disease, but a
physiological function. To this, the Martian could not refrain from
replying, "From your own words, Doctor, it is readily understood that
your women experience a torture more acute, more nerve-wracking, and of
longer duration than your Jesus experienced during his crucifixion. And
your world commiserates and sheds oceans of tears when they contemplate
the anguish of Jesus on the cross; but no mention is made of the agony
which is the fate of every woman who brings another human being into
this 'best of worlds.'"

"But, my dear Martian," exclaims the physician, "the Heavenly Father has
ordained that in anguish shall woman bring forth her young." The other
deliberated on the compassion of the Benevolent Father in silence, and
continued on his rounds through the hospital.

Nearby was the crib containing a baby of a few days, suffering with a
congenital heart disease. The infant's lips were blue, so was the body
blue, and the gasping for breath and heaving of the small chest were
pitiful to behold.

"This infant," nonchalantly remarked the physician, "was born with a
greatly defective heart. It will live for a few days, it will thirst for
air, it will have intense air-hunger, the lungs will fill with fluid and
then it will drown in its own secretio