Kirsten said from the passenger seat.Maggie kept her eyes on the road but jerked her head back. “What makes you say that?”“Nothing makes me say it. It’s just what I believe. I think the devil is just a made up thing that God lets people believe to keep them in line.”Maggie’s insides eased when she understood that at least her daughter wasn’t questioning the existence of God too. She knew sending kids to a parochial school was no guarantee their faith would remain intact forever. So rather than slam a two-ton Catechism down on their curiosity, she tried to discuss more than lecture, firmly believing that turning their own minds around an issue was what would bring them closer to God in the end. After all, it was only after decades of mistakes that she herself had started to truly nurture that relationship.“Well, what about the people who don’t stay in line?” Maggie asked. “Can they just sin and kill and turn their backs completely on God but still get a free pass at the end?”“At the end they’ll see God, and they’ll be sorry, and he’ll forgive them.”“What if they’re not?
