It’s not fair.

No, it’s not.

We grapple with the struggles that come into our life, forgetting that heartache is universal. The unfairness part enters our mind when we compare ourselves to others. Why me?

Who is the question  being directed to? Interesting the commonality of asking it. In other words, you don’t have to believe in God to ask it. Nevertheless, it is asked. You don’t believe in God or you’re not sure there is a God, but it’s God who you are really directing the question to.

Someone must be blamed for the pain.

It must suffice: we all live in a world which has incredible beauty co-existing with incredible ugliness. The fact we are not consumed by its ugliness tells me there is a God who has created within us the ability to live with this dichotomy.

Mankind has proved himself to endure calamity – and often comes through it better off.  Scars, yes. Memories, yes. Tears, yes.

It’s not fair.

No, it’s not.

But in the end, God is fair.