I DON’T know if it is true that God wants only an orderly world.

There is a strange detective story written by G. K. Chesterton titled The Man Who Was Thursday. It is unlike usual detective stories: it ends with a kind of musing about God—that starts with the tension between anarchism and orderliness, and a Scotland Yard agent posing as a poet.

The story opens in the evening at Saffron Park, an area on the outskirts of London. There, among