I do have another question. Why would God allow my dad to die not too long ago and he was a good "Christian" man, a deacon in church, one who read the bible constantly and yet, God took him from pulmonary fibrosis from agent orange and yet that person I was abused by his parents get to still live. His mother sat here and watched him beat me (in which I still after a year have bruises from it) and she would say things like if you hit my son (because it is human nature to fight back especially when someone is trying to kill you) but she would say that she would beat me if I try to fight back and that she wouldn't even let me call my family to come and help me before I luckily finally got the opportunity to leave. But she did all that and she is a holiness or whatever she is (a hypocrite) and wears her blue jean skirts and her hair in a bun and dances around like a fool in her church always getting the Holy Ghost so why did God take my dad and he hasn't taken her out of this world. I can't understand it!
Not to get off topic for too much longer here, but I just wanted to address your other important questions, Countess.
I'm only speaking for myself here, but you're pointing out what for me is one of my greatest personal frustrations as a Christian. We honestly don't know why some things happen the way they do, why some good people die, and other people who only wreak havoc are allowed to live. Why are some people not brought to justice, and counterfeits are allowed to carry on? Sometimes the only thing we Christians can choose to believe is that God is in control and if it's not dealt with in this life, it will be handled in the next.
You've asked things we all ask, so again, I hope you won't feel alone. I'm really sorry about your Dad. In my former location, I was part of a wonderful church whose pastor's wife had died suddenly and for no apparent reason. One day she was playing tennis; the next day she was in the hospital; by Sunday she had passed away, leaving the pastor with four kids to raise by himself. I don't know why these kinds of things happen, and I know it hurts something awful.
Just recently I learned of an unjust situation in the life of a friend, and I prayed for justice because I was so frustrated that I didn't know what else to pray for.
To be completely honest, I've come to wits end in my own Christian walk too, including a suicide attempt because I couldn't handle believing in a God who, as you pointed out, lets things happen the way they do. I was also frustrated with the fact that I was always told I should be grateful that Jesus saved me, but I always said, I never asked to exist in the first place. I would tell Him, "That was Your decision, not mine... why do I have to live it out?"
Yet for some reason, I go on believing. Why? I'll be honest with you, sometimes I'm not even sure. And I'm sure plenty of Christians would criticize me for that. But do you know one of the reasons I keep on believing and why I truly love God? Because no matter how angry I get or how many times I lose faith or vent out in frustration, I believe God is still there, and that He still listens and accepts me the way I am. The Maker of the Universe still wants me with Him, no matter how much I lash out, and that's an amazing thing to me.
I don't know why some things happen the way they do. But do you know what gives me hope in this life? The thought that someday, I'm going to be able to ask The One Who Overlooks Everything all my questions... and more.
There are several of us who want to listen and help, Countess. Feel free to PM us or, as I said, perhaps visit the Women's Forum--you'll find many other compassionate women who can sympathize with everything you're saying.