All speech about God uses metaphor (so does all speech about the universe, but that’s another post). One basic idea is that God is like a Father.
Leaving to one side the less-noted ‘problem’ of good, the more-noted ‘problem’ of evil (among other things) would suggest that God is one abusive, tyrant, dictator of a Father.
I don’t mean to skip cheerfully over real pain of real people in really tough situations, but I’ve learned at least this from my less-than-two-years of fatherhood. Pain and mistakes teach us and grow us (if we let them). This is basic stuff, and I claim no profundity.
I want Thomas to grow up and learn. One basic example would be that he has to fall over and over again to learn to walk. Giraffe mothers (apparently) stand over their young ones and sweep their little feet out from underneath them – so that they learn to get up quickly and can better escape attacking predators. Maybe I’m not as loving as a mum giraffe, coz I don’t like letting Thomas fall. I was nervous as heck-fire watching him (and encouraging him by counting each step) walk up our concrete steps the other day.
Anyway, the long and short of it is that allowing bumps/scrapes/falls/tears/sores/pain/etc. is not at all antithetical to being a good father. In fact, I’m fairly convinced that a father who protects his child from any/all pain is probably an insecure, fearful, selfish father. I take no delight in the pain Thomas goes through in any specific case, and I am persuaded to think that God takes no delight in our pain either. But what I do know is that his life (and ours) is bigger than and will benefit from those brief moments of pain which I choose (and God chooses) to allow.
In this context of real, down-to-earth life – dad-hood and son-hood kind of life – the main point of the philosophical ‘problem’ of evil (the pastoral problem of evil is quite another thing) just feels like impatient thinking to me. You can look at the world (for example, the evolutionary process) and ‘see’ a lot of death, pain and apparent pointlessness. The author of Ecclesiastes and not a few psalmists certainly did. But you can also ‘see’ life emerging out of that death, maturity out of the pain, an appearing plan out of the apparent pointlessness.