I had some difficulty with my faith the past few days. I just came back from taking my disabled cousin to Mexico, they recently changed some rules to where he can fly commercial now where before we were limited to private so myself being the unmarried with no kids fun cousin he has tasked me with taking him places, something which I am more than happy to do. He's a good kid he's smart and handsome his body has just completely failed him, on top of that his father is the best man I've ever known and anyone who knows him would say the same. His father is my uncle my father's brother also my godfather and he's been incredibly successful from shear hard work and intelligence while making sure everyone around him shared in his success, he would help anyone any way he could and even with his deteriorating health he still does everything he can for everyone he can. He is the last man on this earth who deserves to have his oldest son be highly disabled by a horrible incurable disease.
My cousins quality life is shockingly low yet he still has a smile on his face and wants to live life all he can. I found myself multiple times this weekend questioning why God would hurt good people while nasty people were parading all around us with no shame able bodied.
I know it's not that simple and this isn't a new great philosophical thought but it did get to me this past weekend, it was difficult to say the least.