This happened many years ago. I switched on the TV one evening and the scene was a mother talking to her friend about her sick child. “When John was born,” said the mother, “he was such a perfect, beautiful baby. I didn’t ask God what I did to deserve him. But he became ill and I had to watch his condition deteriorate, you bet I asked God what I did to deserve this.”
What the mother said made me stop and think. How many times have I done something similar? When good things happened, I didn’t ask why I deserved it. When things went wrong, I asked, why me?