When I was just a kid, maybe 10 or 11, a group boys carried out the same ritual every day of the summer. We would play baseball or some other game until about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. In the afternoon, one of us would ask, “Y’all want to go to the store?” As though we had never heard of such a thing before, we all left to our houses to get money to go to the store. Now, our store was a store called The Corner Pantry. We would ride our bikes through the neighborhood, get a cold drink, and a bag of candy, and ride our bikes back home. We did this practically every day. One day, somebody had a different idea. He suggested that instead of The Corner Pantry, we go to the 7-11. The 7-11 store had something The Corner Pantry did not have—Slurpees! Immediately, everybody thought it was a good idea. Even at the age of 10 or so, I was the voice of reason. There was one problem with the 7-11. It was too far away from our house. Going there would require riding on busier streets and being a pretty good ways away from our neighborhood. So, I said, “There’s only one problem—our Moms are not going to let us go.” Everybody agreed, but then one of our group said, “They don’t have to know. We will tell them we are going to the store just like always, and they will never know what store we are going to.
They went, I didn’t. I remember thinking when they returned unscathed from the 7-11, “This isn’t fair. Where’s the justice?”
That’s just a boyhood story. The attitudes are much worse when it comes to our feelings toward what seem like the injustices of God.
Devotional by Steve Horn. Scripture links by www.biblegateway.com.