Why are you on earth? Why did God make you?”
“Why are you here?”
“To make sure you know why you’re here, David . . . to begin with, at least. So tell me: why are you here?”
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Oh please,” the man with the radio said. His mirror shades flashed in the sun. “If you don’t, you’re in deep shit. Why are you on earth? Why did God make you?”
David looked at him in consternation.
“Come on, come on!” the man said impatiently. “These are easy questions. Why did God make you? Why did God make me? Why did God make anyone?”
“To love and serve him,” David said slowly.
“Okay, good. It’s a start, anyway.
