You respond quoting the scripture. Fine.
My prayers haven’t been answered. No miracles to report here. Perhaps I haven’t been praying hard enough, often enough, I haven’t gone to church to confession and Holy Communion. Perhaps I am being punished for my sins.
I don’t know, I’m in dire straits, still there, watching miracles happen to others like that homeless man with a golden voice, Ted Williams. I was at one of the most beautiful places on the planet this afternoon, showing it off to a visitor from Asia, who said he envied me for living in such a wonderful place. I was there, the unhappiest man on earth, forgotten by God and all the Saints, or maybe forgetting them all myself.
In the face of betrayals of the hatred, my faith hasn’t held, that’s all.