Here’s the thing.   God made me white.  God made me attractive.  God gave me a talent:  an ability to type really, really fast to ensure I could make a living.   He gave me intelligence and common sense to help me make the most of educational and job opportunities.   God gave me the wherewithal to live a fairly safe life in middle and upper class neighborhoods.  He gave me a parent that loved and nurtured me.  He let me be born to a “Christian” mother.

But wait, what else did God do for me?  He didn’t make me black, or yellow, or different, saving me from being looked down upon by people not like me.  He didn’t make me homely and therefore avoid bullying and scorn.  He didn’t give me slower thought processes, thereby saving me from educators that always determined I was incapable of learning and had no potential.  He didn’t have me be born into a family that failed to support me and value my life.  He didn’t place me in a home of drugs and crime, thus saving me from an environment of crime and poverty.

So, what am I to determine from this?  That “God” didn’t play fair, and that those godly people who tell others they do not deserve help, or only have to “try” or “pull themselves up” from their circumstances, those people don’t know what they are talking about.  They have no idea, nor do they want to understand, what it’s like to be placed in a life of destitute and betrayal.  God put heavier burdens on some, and when he did that He didn’t give them the ability or power to eradicate their dire situations.  He let them suffer and live in bewilderment without any consideration that life would offer them hope or opportunities.  God has proven he does not love all people.  And God has proven that those He favored do not truly understand what He tried to instill in them:  take care and help those left behind.

And let’s face it, God does not exist as people of faith believe.  Your God would not have created such an imbalance and lack of love in humanity.

Published by mjm1942

I have aged. Of course. I was born in Trenton, NJ in 1942. I now live in Kentucky. It's 2021. My marriage has lasted 58 years, and I still love the man. My three children live far from us, and I miss them; however, it's fine with just him and me. We are best friends. I love my dogs, past and present, and my horse. I have failed as a professional writer, but I still dabble now and then. I have always been restless; perhaps because I have moved so many times in my life. I feel like something is waiting to happen around the corner. I graduated from Salem College at 55 years of age. I am a woman.

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