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There are moments when life feels painfully unfair. You look around and see the unjust thriving—the cunning getting promoted, the corrupt living in luxury, the deceitful celebrated as heroes—and you whisper, “Why, Lord? Why do the wicked prosper while the righteous struggle?”
I remember a funeral I once attended—a young man, a godly man, full of promise, suddenly gone. He had served faithfully in the church, cared for his family, and lived uprightly. As his coffin was rolled out of the Church, an old man beside me muttered under his breath, “Why him, Lord? Why not the thieves and robbers who live to eighty?” His grief was real—but beneath that grief lurked a familiar disease: comparison. Comparison is subtle, like a poison that tastes sweet at first but turns bitter in the heart. It begins as an innocent question—“Why not me?”—and soon corrodes the soul, making us blind to our blessings. It kills gratitude, distorts perspective, and starves joy.
Psalm 37 warns us: “Do not fret because of evildoers… for they will soon fade like the grass.” God’s word invites us to wait, to trust, to rest—because what seems unfair is not the final story. The prosperity of the wicked is like morning dew—it glitters but soon evaporates. The reward of the righteous, however, is like a river flowing underground: quiet, unseen, but unstoppable.
In Luke 15, Jesus paints the portrait of a man infected by comparison. We know the parable as “The Prodigal Son,” but the elder brother’s reaction deserves its own sermon. Picture him: standing outside the house, hearing the music and laughter of a feast he refuses to join. His heart is choking on resentment—“All these years I’ve served you… and you never gave me even a young goat!”He feels cheated, overlooked, undervalued. His younger brother had squandered the inheritance on wild living, yet now a feast is thrown for him? The elder brother can’t stand it. He has a mango stuck in his throat—a sour mix of jealousy and pride. How many of us do the same? We scroll through other people’s “parties”—their promotions, their weddings, their children’s successes—and forget that we too are loved, blessed, and held by the Father.Beloved, the Father still comes out to the field to speak to elder brothers and weary hearts. He calls us from the shadows of resentment into the joy of relationship. “Do not fret because of evildoers,” says the Psalmist. “Trust in the Lord and do good… delight yourself in Him, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Your blessings are not late—they’re yours. Your life is not unfair—it’s unfolding. God is not unjust—He is wise beyond measure. May the good Lord heal you and help you remember your true and eternal blessings always!