It's always the same mantra.
Horrible, cruel, indifferent set of circumstances against the run of play takes off the rose colored glasses. With a bit of tragedy there's no longer a rhyme or reason for why the little kid got run over by the orange GTO. Then some test of faith bullshit comes flying in and somehow makes them feel better.
In my opinion the most preferable set of circumstances for why little Cindy Lew, who was run over at two, is the one that says there is no greater reason for that particular roadkill occurring
And I will never get how saying, "God needed harp players" is comforting to 90% of people. Like feeling comfort in a divine plan to kill your family? Oh Yeah, that totally lends to trust. So close, yet for naught.
There should be a counter story to Job where Satan gets to choose "one of his people" for God to fuck with.
"See, you preachy bitch, I told you he would say something about it proving life is inherently indifferent and hostile, not blaming anything, and trying to recover his life. You owe me one dollar, bitch."
The mythological root of the movie Trading Places.
