I promise you, if you have all of your limbs and are able to wiggle your toes, taste ice cream and be lucky enough to have secured a mortgage, you have not suffered as much as humanly possible. To say that ‘that the ball is in God’s court’ suggests that you are playing tennis - or maybe ping pong. You have ‘hit the ball’ to the best of your ability, and now it’s God’s turn to hit it back to you.
I tend to view things a little different: God is like an art teacher, the planet earth is his classroom and we are his students. He has given each of us a blank sheet of paper and says, ‘Here you go - see what you can do with this.’ The problem many of us face is that God’s classroom isn’t fair. Some people have access to every kind of paint, glitter, oils, pastels, chalk and the fanciest art tools ever thought of, while others only have access to a single box of Crayolas - just the basic 8 pack, and some of them are broken and there is no sharpener. Some kids in the class are really nice - they don’t have to, but they are willing to teach what they know. One corner is learning about origami, another is discussing color theory, another corner is going crazy with scissors and glue and putting all their paper together to form a 3D paper sculpture of St Peter’s Basilica.
There is also another thing about God’s classroom. Some kids just have more talent. How is that fair? How are we supposed to compete when Leonardo da Vinci is sitting all alone at his desk with a pencil in each hand and sketching out something we could only dream of after a 3 day vacation in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
So you’re mad at God - he won’t help you, when it is quite obvious he is playing favorites. “How can I compete when I don’t have access to all the art supplies and the kids folding origami won’t let me join them?”
Who said this was a competition?
