Only if...

Port town T is struck by massive earthquake and floods. Thousands have lost their lives, while hundreds still remain stuck in the debris. Children are crying over the dead bodies of their parents. Survivors cannot comprehend the scale of the destruction and, at the prospect of re-building their lives from scratch, certainly do not feel lucky to be alive.

Boy B, probably in his early twenties, with tears flowing down his blank eyes, holds the hands of his dead brother and looks hopelessly at the sky. Expressionless. As if demanding, “What did we do to deserve this?”

No answers. Not a word.

God G descends from the heavens. Walks past the shattered earth, dead bodies and howling people. Smiling. As He walks, ruined houses build themselves back up from the rubble. The dead rise to life. The floods leave the town and rush back into the ocean. With every step He takes, the town miraculously returns to normalcy. Everything and everyone is alive. All signs of the dreadful disaster are wiped off the face of T.

G stands besides B. Runs His hands gently through his hair. Says, “Hey, I was just kidding. Now cheer up. You are on camera.”