If God seems to be in no hurry to make the problem of evil go away, maybe we shouldn’t be, either. Maybe our compulsion to wash God’s hands for him is a service he doesn’t appreciate. Maybe – all theodicies and nearly all theologians to the contrary – evil is where we meet God. Maybe he isn’t bothered by showing up dirty for his dates with creation. Maybe – just maybe – if we ever solved the problem, we’d have talked ourselves out of a lover.
