I find a lot of the times, I don’t know much about suffering at all. I am from a upper-middle class house, with a strong healthy body and no emotional trauma to speak of. I am liked by most people, and those that don’t like me don’t bully me or insult me.
I am very sheltered, but people around me are definitely not.
I do know people around me that have suffered very much, in many different ways.
I have a friend whose relative just died, and many people in the family are not believers. I have another friend who is very dear to me that has cancer, and is dreading her treatments because they bring her terrible pain.
These people have truly suffered and will suffer to an even greater degree in the future, and quite honestly, none of them did anything to deserve it. However, they rejoice in it and can always offer me a genuine smile of heartfelt contentment every time I greet them.
I am ashamed to say that in times where I have been confronted with minor trials with just a hint of suffering, many of those times I will become angry at the seeming injustice of it all. When someone is inconsiderate to me in the least way, I become annoyed and upset. When I wake up late for something or don’t do well on a test, I ask, “why is this happening?” It really shames me to think about my friends who are so strong in the face of suffereing, don’t complain, and worship God instead.
Where is my heart at?