It’s Not Fair

One student makes straight A’s without trying, and another does everything she can to pull a C.

One sister has stair-step babies, and the other can’t conceive in twenty years.

One friend’s parents thoughtfully encourage their children’s strengths. Another set of parents disregards or disapproves.

One lady has a husband and a respected degree by age thirty. Another has neither at sixty.

One girl is wooed by the man of her dreams. Another girl is invisible except to a mental patient.

One friend has money to vacation in Italy while another can’t afford a $20 concert ticket.

One couple celebrates one year of marriage and pronounces the year fun. Another couple fights three kinds of deadly cancer in their first year.

It’s not fair.

You shake your head at the balance scales. You whisper the words to a friend because for some reason you’re not supposed to say them. Or you sob into your pillow until you snort, and the universe keeps on humming, and friends never mention the disparity, and  the scenario keeps on not being fair.

To the one with a grim diagnosis. To the single bridesmaid at the eleventeenth wedding. To the bereaved and wrecked and poor: it’s not fair.

This is reality when the sun shines or when the rain blows. The Almighty and Omnipotent Father sits on His beautiful hands and does nothing to level the balance scales. There is no justice. You can do everything right and be a good girl and do what you were always told to do but there are no guarantees and it’s a fallacy to believe that everything will turn out like it should.

Part of my journey to wholeness includes being honest about the injustices I observe and experience. It seems much more wholesome to be able to call a spade a spade than to act as if it’s something else.

So: it’s not fair.

There are things I weep and howl over, dreams I ache for, friends I hurt with, prayers I beg God with the most persuasive words I can find.  To do otherwise would be to deny reality and be a flippant, chirpy, hollow, obnoxious voice in a cavern of unanswerable questions.

While maturity acknowledges that things aren’t fair, wisdom doesn’t stay there. It’s a child who mopes and sits outside the game and whines that it’s not fair. An adult who does that for days and weeks and months is pretty ugly, in my opinion.






There’s no easy way to do this, but when that forty-leventh bride has been whisked into the sunset, you sometimes have to take yourself by the scruff of the neck and turn yourself 180 degrees toward the east and make a list of other things that aren’t fair.

This is part of my list:

  • I sleep on a dry, thick, super-comfy Tuft and Needle mattress while refugees sleep on blankets that hang out of their tiny, squished-together tents.
  • I have a job that enabled me to buy a car, while a friend can only afford to drive a borrowed car.
  • I’m lonely and long for companionship but it’s not fair that another woman’s loneliness is infinitely, agonizingly greater after her husband abandoned her and their three little children, the baby with Down Syndrome.
  • I had major surgery in a foreign country and had the best of care and no complications and have been given a new life but my friend battles incurable illness and huge medical costs.

It’s not fair.

I’m stupendously, staggeringly, unreasonably rich and spoiled and comfortable, and it’s not a bit fair.

It’s not fair that my friends and the rest of humanity walk through crazy amounts of pain and tears that I never do. I’m not being glib or flippant about this. I cry often about sad things and injustice and longings on my behalf and others’. I experience hard, hard, things about each of my list entries.

But the great and grand and shining reality is that the present injustice is not all there is. It takes the long view to see more than is apparent to the naked eye. The long view is the truest view.

It’s ok to say it’s not fair, but it’s not ok to stay there. Because at some point–after about an hour or a day or a week–wisdom and grace and the presence of Jesus are waiting to turn us to the east and see light and hope and a far green country under a swift sunrise.*

*That last phrase is what Gandalph said.






16 thoughts on “It’s Not Fair

  1. Amen.
    That last sentence…yes! Light and hope and a country of righteousness. Coming soon. I think I would be greatly disillusioned without the hope of this.
    Thanks for writing, Anita!

  2. Ah! Your last sentence…SO good and True! What a beautiful way of expressing reality! And yes…..this post is so true! My thoughts are something like: Here I am, a single woman with a house to call mine; a home for my heart! Nope it’s not fair, but boy am I grateful for this good gift! Thanks for writing!

  3. Thank-you Anita…inspiring and amazing once again! We say we want to be like Jesus, but do we? It means to take the injustice and scorn…not just the sweet and lovely parts. But that’s a bunny trail…thanks for directing us back to the long view….

  4. “Not everything in this life has a happy ending…but…this life is not the end of the story.” -Rick Warren. Loved your thoughts, Anita. Thanks for the honesty and truth you share through your blog!

  5. …and such perspective is faith. Faith cannot look at what is viewed by the senses, but holds the evidence of things not seen. You stirred us to consider a reality that has a living substance and where all is made right. Thanks for your timely words.

  6. I just had the privilege of spending almost 3 weeks with a healthcare team in some refugee camps. Visiting those camps definitely provides a new perspective on many things. We are so blessed and life isn’t fair!

  7. I read this post and I said: Yes! Yes! Yes!
    btw this is the first time I ever responded to your blog 🙂

    love you,
    Ant R

  8. Tears here. And amens. Your blog posts often have that effect on me. This is so beautiful and so, so true. I have long ago done away with trying to equalize and explain things. I can now face unfairness squarely for what it is and mourn it. I am so grateful for Hope that it will one day all be right and just. Thank you for this thoughtful post.

  9. Thanks again for your timely words. They often come wen i need them most ” its not fair bt we cant stay there” rings thru my mind everytime my heart says “that’s not fair” . Thanks again!

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