Last week a lady came in and asked if we had Dean Koontz’s five-book Frankenstein series. We had three of them for three dollars each; did she want to order the others? They’d run about five dollars per.
Yes, she did, but we recognized the hem and haw of someone who didn’t have enough money to do what she wanted immediately. We told her to just come on back when she was ready and we’d order them. She bought the first book and we put the other two we had in stock (books 4 and 5, sadly) aside for her.
About three days later, a man came with two tubs of books left over from his wife’s garage sale. Janet Evanovich, Sara Paratesky, and, yes, you guessed it, Dean Koontz. And which Koontzes?
Volumes 2 and 3 of the missing Frankensteins.
When the lady came back in expecting to spend $10 and wait awhile for her prize, we charged her $6 and sent her home with the next two. It’s just something that happens in the bookstore. A lot, actually.
Jack says it’s God looking after people who deserve more than they can afford.
I don’t know how God feels about Koontz books – after all the guy did write that one about his dog being an angel – but I’m pretty sure of how He feels about people in general, and poor people in particular.
But then, if God were attending to that level of detail in everyone’s life 24/7, the question of why He allows other, less pleasant things to happen rears its ugly head. That way lies madness – or prosperity theology, believing that God only wants us to be rich and happy. Or, as I said, madness.
God certainly has more serious issues than pulp fiction to attend to every day; I don’t understand why bad things happen to good people. But maybe sometimes Sparrow Watcher God also keeps those as need reading material in sight.