When he woke up marooned on a deserted island, his first thought was, “Why didn’t I die at sea like everyone else on the ship?” Survival instincts quickly ended this pity party. He collected items that had washed ashore that may come in handy in the days to come. He took branches and made a hut to store his goods. Then, for the first time, he felt he might get through this ordeal. Later, after searching for food, he returned to find his hut burning down. With an angry fist lifted heavenward, he screamed, “Why?” God did not speak. But...