“That isn’t…”, I stopped the next word about to leave my mouth. People know my distaste for the statement it’s not fair. And we’ve said or heard the response “Life isn’t fair.” It isn’t. Near as I can tell life is not fair at all and I’m glad.
If life were fair, bad people would die young and the good would live a full, long life of good health. If life were fair, mama’s and daddy’s would love their children.
If everything were equitable and totally fair I fear we’d become entitled. I deserve rather than I earn.
When it comes to God’s grace and love we don’t deserve it nor can we earn it. It isn’t fair. And I’m so thankful.
If life were fair these men searching for answers to their chaotic lives would only find more chaos. What would be fair to men who’ve stolen from their families and deserted their children?
What would be fair to me, a person conflicted with selfishness, stubbornness and cynicism? One who thinks more about herself and writes herself to be a better person than she is.
If God were fair, we’d all die an early, lonely death. Opportunity for change would be snatched from us and sorrow would follow us. God wouldn’t love us nor want to be around us. That is hell.
Instead, for a reason I don’t comprehend but gladly accept, God isn’t fair at all. When we deserve death he promises life. When we deserve to continue in our wandering and addictions, He waits patiently for us to see Him. He brings others to us offering hope and a chance. He leads people like Bill W. and William Booth. God uses people in the next office or next door. Sometimes it’s a stranger he puts in our path. Because God isn’t fair. I know because He loves me. He loves us all.
“For God saved us and called us to live a holy life. He did this, not because we deserved it, but because that was his plan from before the beginning of time—to show us his grace through Christ Jesus.” 2 Timothy 1:9