Crap happens. But why?

Anytime something like this happens, always one of the first things to cross my mind is this: there are so few really good people out there, and so many jerks and straight up otherless (see earlier post) people; so why are we robbed of the good ones?

So, why does bad crap happen to good folks, as far as God's intervention is concerned?
Either God does not intervene in this world, or he does, but chose not to in this case, or God chose it to happen.

The first option seems the easiest road, but there just seems to be so much of my life that I just must attribute to and give thanks to God. So even though my natural inclination would be to this conclusion, some part of me tells me it's not quite right. In addition, if this was true, then suddenly the world is a much scarier place. It's like walking the tightroap and all of a sudden you notice there is no safety net below you. I can't think that God would allow no room for maneuvering on his part. Why would he limit himself that way?

So if God does intervene, where the heck was he? Why act sometimes and not other times? I don't think we could ever answer that unless we actually knew what, if anything, was due to his intervention in our physical universe.

Surely God wouldn't choose this to happen. Not a good God, and the whole universe screams to me saying, our God is good.

One final thought, and thank Bella for this one. I had to put up an electric wireless fence for my idiot dog. It gives her a nasty zap when she tries to leave our backyard. She doesn't understand why she would get zapped. She's just trying to find me. But I, being more evolved, know that she'll get lost and starve to death, or she'll get hit by a car on Johnson rd. So I zap her instead of letting those things happen. Is this what is happening to the Ray's? Is God giving them a well meaning zap? It'd be nice to think so, but I still don't. It'd be nice to think this incident had a divine purpose, but I don't think God would be responsible for this.

What I do think is that while God does intervene sometimes, his intervention is the anomaly, not the norm, and most of the time crap happens. Now God and the Ray's could use this to a good end, but I don't think it was a designed plan. This makes me walk a little more timorously. And much more worried about those I love.

I suppose that we should have strong enough hope in an afterlife to feel OK with losing people, but my beliefs on that aren't nearly solid enough to make me sigh with relief.