I say God permitted it for some indiscernible reason. And then I look at it realistically—how much worse could it really have been? The brick could have hit my wife instead of me, and she’s quite a bit more sensitive. I could have been killed. A few stitches are nothing.
I am amazed how lightly I get off, sometimes. I once had to have cancerous flesh excised from my nose. The dermatologists had a plastic surgeon on premises, and she did a completely amazing job on my nose. It looked better than before. What a stroke of luck. You can bet my prayers were ones of thanks.
We’ve got to realize, we are incapable of seeing the big picture. There is a place for faith in this stupendous, varied universe.