It's Not Fair!

I hear it all the time and have even said it myself, “It’s not fair!” Take today, for instance. I had planned to work my flower beds, but I woke up to rain. “Lord, I need outside, this is just not fair.” This is really minute, but it proves a point. We whine about the smaller of things.

 

It’s Not Fair

 

It’s not fair that I am oppressed and stressed.

It’s not fair what I must endure;

Others have better living, I am sure.

Life is not fair I grumble and mumble.

Yet, was it fair what Jesus had to bear?

Was it fair that Jesus’ trials were not just, though they were a must?

Was it fair that Jesus was afflicted, though they were predicted?

Was it fair that Jesus suffered pain, though He did not complain?

Was it fair that Jesus had to die, though He did not whine and cry?

Was it fair that Jesus remained silent when all was violent?

Was it fair that Jesus suffered a brutal infliction at the crucifixion?

Was it fair for Jesus to take my sins to make me an heir?

Was it fair that the world did not care? 

Was it fair? 

Is it fair that when I pull away from God, He is still there?

Is it fair that when I deliberately sin, God still pulls me to Him? 

Is it fair, my sins Jesus must still bear, though I gain love through prayer?

 Is it fair? 

 

Mary Crisp Jameson 2/11/2026

 

“He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth; He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He did not open His mouth. By oppression and judgment He was taken away. Yet who of His generation protested? For He was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people He was punished.” Isaiah 54:7-8 NIV