Napoleon had experienced the Black Death in Egypt.
Duroc had experienced it too. It was said that anyone who had seen that scene would begin to doubt medicine.
Georgiana had once visited the Basilica of Santa Maria della Salute in Venice. It had been built during the seventeenth-century plague in Venice, after the women of the city prayed to Maria and vowed that if she drove away the plague, they would build her a church, no matter how strained Venice's finances were at the time.
If that barely counted as a miracle, it had nothing to do with doctors.
God had made Job the subject of a wager with the devil and allowed him to suffer. In the end, because of his piety, He gave him many more children to replace those lost in the wager, as if that made up for it. Weren't children all children? In God's eyes, those children were equal. But in Job's eyes, were they the same?
They were not. He had known who each child was and given them names. In an instant, Job lost everything. He tore his clothes and crawled on the ground in agony.
People were not made of bronze and iron. Job's friends told him that God cared only about Job's loyalty, not his feelings. If Job proved disloyal to God, He might even strip him of the right to have children.
Then take them away. Take everything. After all, Job, who had endured so much suffering, had once lamented that he had ever come into this world.
Do not say that God was disappointed in His creations. His creations were disappointed in God as well. Even Satan knew that Job feared God because of God's abundant love. If Job could no longer feel that abundant love, why would he