“Yes, I'm afraid it's true,” I answered truthfully, natch.
Jesus was obviously very distraught. “But why? Why? They don't deserve that! Nobody deserves that!”
“Son,” I explained, “there's such a thing as freewill, but along with that comes consequences for one's choices and actions. By definition, if that's what they choose, then they deserve what they get.”
Knowing My Boy like I do, I knew exactly what He was thinking. To Jesus, with His heart being the very essence of Compassion and Forgiveness, it seemed that even though this situation was admittedly fair and just, it was nevertheless terribly cruel and unfair at the same time.
“I know, Son... I know,” I whispered, trying to sooth the pain He felt. “It's a terrible thing, but listening to the music of Barbra Streisand is, plainly and simply, something they brought upon themselves.”
“But, but, but... they actually think they like it? How? Why?!?!!!!”
At this point, He lost all composure. Jesus wept.
It sometimes makes no sense that a loving God would let something this tragic happen, but He'll just have to trust Me on this.