There are some who cannot know anything except through personal experience.
And yet we don’t do this because it would require our own soul’s sale to the devil.
God isn’t impatient by any means. He’s got all eternity in which to write His book. Daddy comes home at the end of the day.
What I’d do is segue to the story of Christ.
This isn’t even the only story in the world of (in the case of aborted babies, relatively — we are all conceived in sin) innocent suffering. We beg for something to make it make sense. Either a vengeance or a redemption. But of itself it is a crying senseless waste.