Editor, The Beacon:
When water evaporates, it isn’t finished. It escapes its boundaries for a larger dimension.
Whatever we are right now is transitory, too.
The spark that makes us alive in this moment isn’t attached to a beating heart. It comes and goes as our bodies flourish, then fail, and imposes the hardship of free will on us while we are here.
So the burden is ours. Don’t praise God for a plump 401(k), and don’t curse Him when your baby visits from college “woke” and resentful.
It probably makes better sense to figure The Great I Am for more of a big-picture kind of supreme being.