Growing up as a Boronat, my family and I would often camp with my godparents in the Catskill Mountains in upstate
We shared great memories, like hiking down New York ,
roasting our food over an open fire, and nearly freezing to death each night as
the temperatures plummeted. Then we had
the not-so-great memories. For example,
my godfather, Tio Adolfo, would always ask us the same question when a chore
needed to be accomplished. Kaaterskill Falls
"Pick a number between one and one-hundred."
"Seven, twenty-five, sixty-four (or some other number)," I or one of my siblings would answer.
"THAT IS THE RIGHT NUMBER!" he would cackle in reply, and then summarily send us off to whatever the task might be.
I thought I had figured out a loop hole when I answered him using a letter of the alphabet.
“THAT'S STILL THE RIGHT NUMBER!"
It was pretty unfair, or so I thought. Life, it turns out, doesn’t seem fair.
Some people seem to coast through their lives on a couch of ease while the majority of others scrabble around, trying to piece together a living. How can it be that children die of malnutrition? And how is it that many people who would make GREAT parents cannot have children of their own? What about those who get cancer or other diseases?
Why do “bad” things happen to “good” people?
“Religion” does not answer this basic question of existence. Only God knows why He allows certain things to happen in our lives.
But we can rest assured that while life may not seem fair at times, God is good and is in the process of making all things new.
Over the next few months, we are going to embark on a journey through the Book of Job. We’ll be wrestling with many questions regarding the nature of suffering.