Why Me?

Why have I reached my mid 80’s and am still in fairly good health while many of my contemporaries are unwell? Why me? Why have I enough money to feed myself and keep my family warm? Why me? Yes, I’ve been sensible but God has blessed me. Why do I have somewhere comfortable to live, while others are sleeping rough? Why me? Why do I live in a country which has peace and I’m not watching family and friends being killed or maimed? Why me? Is it an accident of my birth or is God looking after me. As I heard recently my hearing is not being impaired by missiles exploding nearby. Why me? Why was my cancer cured while others have died? Why me?

When it was explained to me why did I understand salvation and God’s gift of eternal life? Why me when some of my friends deny the existence of God? It is certainly nothing to do with me bring good. There are no answers to any of these questions, only profound thankfulness.


As I stood at the hospital chaplaincy welcome table full of gifts, a woman approached me.

‘What’s all this about?’

‘We are here to welcome people of all faiths, although I’m a Christian. We know that hospital is a place of stress whether visiting a clinic or member of staff. We’re here to encourage, make the day better or pray with people if requested. Everything here has been donated and we want to give to you freely.’ I explained carefully, to which she replied,

‘But what’s in it for you?’

I tried to explain the thought of it being better to give than receive. I needed no reward. Sadly, she thought everything had a price and had to be paid for. She would find it hard to expect the gift of salvation!