From a reader:

Jonah,
You wrote in The Corner, “And we’ll just leave aside the question of how Robertson knows what cities God is of a mind to save and which He isn’t.”
When you get around to addressing the question of which cities God saves and which He doesn’t, I hope you keep in mind one Pagan’s view of the matter.
In 1969 I was stationed at the 14th Coast Guard District Office in Honolulu. During that time I dated a young Hawaiian woman who happened to be Pagan. Her patron goddess was Pele – goddess of the volcano. I once asked her about her thoughts on the Christian God. She acknowledged God’s existence, but He wasn’t a match for Pele. The two apparently had met some time ago and the seductive Pele tricked God into exploring the inside of a small urn shaped something like our modern day Coke bottle. Once He was inside, she slammed a special stopper into the top and sealed it. In a gesture of godly professional courtesy she cut a small hole in the stopper too small for Him to get out, but big enough that He could exercise His powers through it. That is, God could only affect those people and places situated in a narrow but quite long cone of influence in front of the stopper. Then Pele scooped up the urn and tossed it far into the Pacific Ocean somewhere near what is now called French Frigate Shoals. To this day God can only do his work in those places aligned with the urn’s stopper hole as it bobs and turns with the currents and winds. This explains the erratic triumph of good over evil.