Let’s say that you have been given the following statements as indisputable facts:
- The dog bit the father’s hand.
- The father slapped his toddler.
- The toddler was trying to eat a dangerous object.
- The mother absent-mindedly left a harmful object within her toddler’s reach.
- The mother and father were arguing in the kitchen table.
- The mother was angry at the dog.
Who would you say was at fault? What if I say that the given information was not in chronological order? How would you arrange it in order to show the cause of the problem?
Of course, some would claim to rather not judge. Yet even as we say so, we already have formed our judgments, albeit unconsciously. It has been part of our nature to determine what is right or wrong, good or bad. It’s so easy to judge, as it is so easy to be judged. And we hate this; often, what drives us not to judge is that desire not to be judged. We’ve become afraid of offending, accepted the compromise of tolerance— not because we’ve grown to be more understanding of others, but because we have corrupted, twisted the essence of the golden rule: of treating others the way we want to be treated.
It must be nice to be like God: seeing everything, knowing everything. It must have been easy for Him to say, “it was good” as He went about creating the world. Besides, He is God; who are we to argue with Him?
But there are times that I think I see God’s prejudice, not just in Bible history, but even in our times.
Like when Abraham had to haggle with God in behalf of Sodom and Gomorrah, when he pleaded them to spare those twin cities. Yet He already made His judgment. Who are we to argue that only Abraham’s relatives were deserving to live?
Like when countless died in the desert during the Exodus— were all those who tasted God’s judgment incapable of repentance? Why were they not given a second chance, especially those who were only complicit because they were relatives of the culprits?
Or when Elijah went after the pagan prophets and massacred them all; surely they could have been offered a chance to abandon blasphemy and turn to serving God.
But then, these are all Old Testament stories. A time when God seemed cruel and prejudicial.
I always feel confused and disturbed about that story when Jesus Christ cursed a tree. I mean, was He power-tripping just because He didn’t get a fruit when He was hungry? Was He abusing his God-power to take revenge? Why didn’t He give that poor tree a chance to redeem itself?
But of course, He’s God. He’s supposed to know everything. Who are we to doubt Him?
I didn’t want to write this blog series because I was worried that I might get judged by my fellow Christians. Yet I am compelled to write, not to impress and satisfy others, but to answer my own questions. Questions not of doubt nor uncertainty of His being; no, I wish to question God so that I may also be exposed of my own biases— these spiritual prejudices that are meant to reflect His unmistakable glory.
Still, I get to wonder— why does God allow others to prosper, and others to suffer? Why does He bless someone, then curse the other? And why do I sometimes, if not many times, feel that God is prejudiced against me?
Why do I keep forgetting the times when He assures me that He is prejudiced for me?
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