Life is so Unfair

I am often asked, “why God can allow humanity to do the things we do to each other that we do?” I look at the person who is asking me the question and ask them what they are talking about? They say that they are talking about all the wars and all the killing that goes on, and the huge number of people dying each day from accidents, cancer and other diseases, the challenges of just living a “normal” life? I am asked about the children, “why do they have to die so young? The answer to these questions is not easy because each of us have different ways of dealing with them. The lucky ones may say “that’s life” and get on with there life as tho nothing has happened, while others say “I just don’t understand it” and feel very sorrowful for a long time.

As I think about how to answer the questions above, I can’t help thinking about the words of Shakespeare who said “the world is a stage, and we are the actors.”

If we accept Shakespeare’s words as having some kind of truth to them, then the answer to the questions about why all the ups and downs in our lives, and why so many are dying is answered very well. You and I are here to play our part and when it’s time for us to leave the stage, we do. It doesn’t matter how young or how old we are or whether we are healthy or sick we have done our stage act and it’s time for us to leave – stage right. When you think of life in this way, it makes sense and all of the tragedies’ of life then take their proper place on the stage of life.

You may ask about the Hitler’s, Casers and dictators who have ordered so many people to be killed for no apparent reason – as far as we are concerned. But they are here to play their part even if that part is to bring chaos and strife into a world that is struggling to be at peace. Why? There part is to show humanity a contrast between what is and what can be – good verses the bad. To bring the human race to a point of knowledge that will, one day, produce peace and harmony by showing humanity that there is another way and it is not their way. It may take a hundred more years, or maybe a thousand, but it will happen. Their part was to remind us that history repeats it self, and we are the only ones who can break the ever changing repetition.

You may ask? ”Why did he/she have to die so young? Why from such a terrible illness? Why from no apparent reason? Why was that child allowed to get so close to the water and fall in and drown? Why did that child get away from its mother and run out into the street and was hit by a car? Or simply got sick one day and died? Again, we have entered this world to play our part on the stage. We have given of ourselves to our loved ones; to the hundreds of people who have known us, to history, to those who care for our physical and emotional well being and to the doctors and nurses who have taken care of us during our stay in the hospital. We were the sick ones that needed their expertise so that they were able to do play their part on the stag. But! But! You say.

Their is always a "but" and I cannot give you an answer that will satisfy you completely. However, I can say, we are here to do our part and that part on stage is to provide a service to other even if it is only for a moment. We may be on stage as a prop attendant to make sure that the actors have the proper back drop for them to do their part. To the person on stage playing his/her part as the lead in the role as a military man, a doctor, lawyer, mother, father, son, daughter, student, teacher, street cleaner, janitor, sick child, sick elder, etc. etc.

We play our part from the time we enter this world until we are ready to leave and, like those in the spirit world we are in service to others who need our expertise. Those in the spirit world are all in constant service to others there, and in service to us who live here in this physical world; in service to God and others is our main purpose. Even if we don’t understand the part others and you and me are playing, we are indeed playing our part. We are on stage to make our mark, then, move on.