Counting my blessings: why is life so unfair?

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Over the past few weeks I have once again been realising just how immensely privileged I am:



  • I have two quite amazing children who continue to be a source of love and pride
  • I have a really wonderful, loving wife with whom I can share this incredible life
  • I have a secure and enjoyable job which is meaningful and worthwhile, and which I truly love
  • I work with some inspiring colleagues who are passionate and committed to doing the best for children and families
  • I am extremely fortunate to know some exceptional friends, here in Coventry and around the world, who are prepared to stand up for what they believe – for truth, justice, peace and compassion – even when that brings criticism or personal hardship
  • I earn far more than I need, and have never had to experience the anxiety of not knowing where my next meal will come from, or how I am going to pay the next month’s bills
  • I am fit and healthy and able to enjoy the beauty of the world we live in, the joy of good companionship, and moments of peace and rest
  • I have never had to experience the terror of violence or abuse
  • Even in the awful grief of Helen’s death 4 years ago, and of my sister, Mei Ling before that, I have been surrounded by people who care for me and have held me through the difficult times


So, somehow, I have to live with the perplexity of why I have been so blessed while so many people, including some of my own friends have not been.

I pray that I may never take any of this for granted, as somehow being my right; that I will be able to enjoy and be grateful for the blessings I have received, while holding them lightly and in humility; and that perhaps in some small ways, I may be able to bless others too.


2 thoughts on “Counting my blessings: why is life so unfair?

  1. Yes – I think we continue to live with the mystery and paradox, to be grateful and to enjoy our ‘blessings’; to hold them lightly but not to take them lightly.

  2. Thanks for this Peter. It’s something I think about a lot. I struggle to speak of “being blessed” because I know so many who are or who have been suffering and yet we are supposed to be and indeed I want to be, very grateful to God for all that I have. It’s a mystery!

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