Why me, Lord?

When bad things happen to us, there is a tendency to say, ‘Why me, Lord?’ Intellectually, we know we could with equal truth say, ‘Why not me?’ but the temptation to believe we have been singled out for some especially bad luck/fate is strong. It is so unfair, we murmur, what have we done to deserve this? Most of the time we haven’t done anything to ‘deserve’ what happens to us, good or ill, but trying to make sense of what happens to us, to assert our mastery over our fate, is as old as the hills. Understanding what happens is as important as what actually occurs, but very often we haven’t the necessary knowledge or we lack the assurance to interpret the facts correctly. That’s when we turn to the experts, but the experts themselves are often at a loss to explain why this person went blind or that person got cancer or the one over there was swept away by a tsunami. We invoke science, not realising that what science doesn’t yet know is as huge as what it does know.

Personally, I find the prospect of there being an infinity of knowledge to discover and explore utterly fascinating. We can rejoice in the complexity of the world around us and be very glad to be living now, when much that was formerly hidden has been made plain. It should enhance our sense of God’s beauty and majesty. More importantly, it should help convince us of God’s love for his creation and give credibility to his assertion that the very hairs of our head have been numbered. There may be days when we stumble around asking ‘Why me, Lord?’ but, hopefully, there are many more when we just say, ‘Thank you, Lord’ and glory in what his hands have wrought. May today be one such for you.