It isn’t unusual for me to prayerfully whine, “It’s not fair!” (usually when I’m sick, or short on cash, or jealous).
God: You never complain when circumstances fall out to your advantage. There’s no protest when someone you don’t like falls on unusually hard times. Seems to me that it isn’t “fair” that you’re after. What you really want is “special treatment.”
Me: Ouch!
