God?

  Horrible things have happened in your Heaven.  Creation was cast out,  Justice
turned Judgment turned to Corruption.  Archangels battled each other.  The
Heavenly host lost Trade and Stone and Destiny.  They lost track of things that
mattered.  Hell didn't fare much better.
  Horrible things have happened in the Marches.  Angels and Demon slaughtered each
other by the thousands as fighting approached the gates of Heaven.  Dreams were
shattered and disturbed.  The Marches stuck back in the form of a mindless
swarm.
  Horrible things have happened on Earth.  Millions, maybe billions, have died in
nuclear fire, have been wiped out by viruses, have been crushed under tank
treads.  Now the wicked and cowardly pray on the scared, starving, huddled
masses of your flock.

  How could you let this all happen?

  I was blessed with faith in you as long as I can remember.  Although your
symphony has often eluded me, the faith in your things good and right have
guided me.  I have seen unforgivable attrocities as well as wonderful triumphs,
but this one disturbs me.
  Laurence has entrusted me with the village of Madison.  I am to protect and
heal, repair and restore not just their way of life, but their faith.  How am I
to give humans faith in you when even the oldest and wisest creation has lost
faith?  I will help the village.  I will protect them.  I will fix what I can. 
I will try to give them faith, but what sort of faith will it be?  That is in
your hands.  Please make their future bright - a glory to behold - a glory
worthy of the people's faith, a faith that can survive all the horrors of these
last few months - your Glory.