God picks on me sometimes.
I know that sounds a little odd. Maybe even a little whiny. I’m good with that. I’m willing to concede that this is likely a misconception on my part, that instead of picking on me, God’s doing something else. He’s loving me or blessing me or preparing me, but not picking on me. I can understand that in my head, where the rational part of me lives. In my heart though, in that place where rationality often gives way to pure emotion, that’s not always true. God’s not loving me or blessing me or preparing me, He’s just playing Hit the Redneck.
I don’t think I’m alone here. Chances are there are one or two other people in the world who tend to think God sometimes messes with them, too.
Radivoje Lajic isn’t one of them, though he would be sympathetic to me. God might not be picking on him, but the aliens are. Not kidding. To read his story, hop on over to katdish’s site. Radivoje has certainly put my feelings into perspective. That God picks on me sometimes doesn’t really sound odd or whiny to me anymore. It just sounds wrong.