Posts Tagged ‘rant’

Frustrated at the Unfairness of it All

Thursday, August 23rd, 2012

You may remember all the problems that my friend Richard had in Zambia – falsely arrested/imprisoned/accused/put on trial and so on. He has now been deported from Zambia and, I think, is not allowed to return…after all he has done for people there!

For the past months he has been making plans for his “adopted” family to come to visit the UK and France. He has paid their air fares, arranged accommodation, and made oplans to enrich their first holiday abroad. For a rather laidback, laconic man, he has been positively excited.

And today on Facebook he wrote:

British readers, please join me in hanging our heads in collective shame. The visas for my Zambian ‘family’ have been rejected. The grounds are outrageously stupid. eg, Mary has to get a letter from her parents saying she can travel _ she’s 30! She has to prove her son, who is NOT coming, is her son. If she can’t produce a bank statement she can’t come. And so it goes on. The fees are non-refundable, likewise airfares, rented house, ferries etc. Financial cost over £7000. Emotional cost? Incalculable. Shame at beng British? Complete. Tears of anger and disappointment. Very low

It seems so unfair that this dear man, who is working so hard to improve lives of individuals and villages alike, keeps getting kicked in the teeth.  Grrrrr.

Bother, Bother, BOTHER!!!

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

L played his favourite game of “How Far Can I Wind Her Up By Doing Irritating Little Things That Mount Up Before She Explodes and Sends Me From The Classroom, So I can Protest that I Wasn’t Doing Anything, But Really I Know That I Was.”

And I fell for it. Smirky smiles from L and giggles from the rest of the class. The most annoying thing is that I know he’s doing it, and every lesson I resolve not to lose my temper with him. But this time he won.

Bugger. I hope he gets excluded for the rest of the week.

Walks, fun, cheese and cats

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010

AAAAAAAARGH! I’d just written a detailed and lovely report about walks, fun, cheese and cats complete with photos when the computer decided to eat it all. I’m right pissed off and will have to go and eat lunch to calm down. I’ll rewrite it later when I’ve calmed down (but with the Coronation Street omnibus to watch, my hair appointment, the visit to Danielle & Paul to return something I borrowed at Easter, my share of today’s tidying up, Dr Who  AND the Sapeurs Pompiers Ball, I’m not sure I’ll have time to do it today.) Nous verrons.

What – Thinking again?!

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

So on my way to collège today I paused briefly to look at the splendid view. And (despite my umming about God in the last post) I muttered a brief Thank You under my breath. But it started me thinking (What? Again?! I hear you cry in tones of disbelief…)

We say Thank You to God for nice things – family, friends, views, cream cakes, finding a passport or a parking space – but we don’t (at least I don’t!) say Thank You for the crap things – deaths in the family (though I suppose we might if it was a “blessed relief”), earthquakes in Haiti, Osama bin Laden, losing a passport – But if God gives us the nice things, and we say Thank You for those, doesn’t he give us the crap things too? So should we say Thank You for those?

I mean, if our friend gives us a horrid present which we don’t like, we don’t just ignore it. We still say Thank You, even if, under our breath, we are muttering “OMG, that’s horrible!” – why? Because it’s a gift from our friend. So should we still thank God for stuff, even while muttering “Really, that’s foul!” to ourselves. And would he mind if it was an insincere Thank You?

This reminds me of a story in “The Hiding Place” by Corrie Ten Boom While Betsy and Corrie were in Ravensbruck Betsy insisted that they gave thanks for everything.

“What, even the fleas?” demanded Corrie.

“Yes, even the fleas,” Betsy replied. So they gave thanks for the fleas – Corrie rather grudgingly joining in.

Later, they found out that the reason their prayer meetings were rarely disturbed by prison guards was because the guards didn’t want to catch fleas. Give thanks for everything…

But it’s difficult to do so. Especially for the crappy things. And I’m not convinced that in fact it’s right to do so… I mean, in the article about Corrie that I linked to it says:” In the movie The Hiding Place, Ten Boom narrates the section on her release from camp, saying that she later learned that her release had been a clerical error. The women prisoners her age in the camp were killed the week following her release. She said, “God does not have problems. Only plans.”

So she gives thanks that she was released before she was killed. Yes, and the women prisoners who were killed? I bet their family weren’t seeing God’s plans. I bet they weren’t giving thanks. For them God “does it again.” Out comes another crappy incident.

“Don’t worry,” we’re told. “All things work together for good for those who love God” Yeah right. That to me is just a complete cop-out verse. I can imagine the people in Haiti turning round to punch the first person to spout that at them. What about the woman who’s just been told her husband/son/father/boyfriend has just been killed in Iraq? Can it really be true? And does it really mean that God allows crappy things to happen – or even makes crappy things happen – because it will (eventually) “be good for” those who love God?

I don’t know. I’m just musing. And possibly having a bit of a sideways swipe at a God I don’t understand. But then, if I understood, maybe he wouldn’t be God….