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March 28, 2013

Tim Kolodziej: As Easter nears, I must ask: why me?

NEW CASTLE — Why me, Lord?


What did you expect me to do?

Who, exactly, did you expect me to be?

How, exactly, did you expect me to act?

How did you expect me to have the strength to deal with THAT?

Why me? What have I done to deserve this?

Why me, Lord?


What did you think I would do when the doctor made me sit in the waiting room for nearly 90 minutes before he could see me? Of course, I gave him a piece of my mind.

What did you think I would do when the ref made a horrible call against our team? I am the coach. I'm supposed to get angry and belittle the official. Isn't that what coaches do?

What did you think I would do when that guy tried to wedge in front of me when I had been sitting in traffic for a half-hour? I had the right of way! There was no way I could let him in and not flip out.

Why me? What have I done to deserve this?

Why me, Lord?


Why is it always MY computer that doesn’t work when I absolutely have to finish a project?

Why do I always get the blame when we don’t execute our plan properly?

Why do I always have to make the difficult phone call?

Why do I always have to lead my family?

Why do people always ask ME to volunteer?

Why me? What have I done to deserve this?

Why me, Lord?


I’ve cheated on you in so many ways — work, sports, TV, money, approval ... whatever. If it’s been created, I’ve probably been consumed by it.

Given the choice of worshipping you or worshipping me, you can count on me. Always.

I’m the younger AND the older brother in the story of the Prodigal Son.

I’m the man who said, “Yes, I’ll follow, but first let me ...”

But you — YOU, the Creator of all things — continue to pursue me. You continue to sanctify me. You continue to love me.

Despite my past. Despite my present. Despite my embarrassing thoughts, words and deeds.

Despite all that, you chose to adopt me. Into YOUR family. For all eternity.

On Christmas, you sent your only Son on an incredible rescue mission to find me — and live for me.

On Good Friday, your precious Son was humiliated. He was bloodied and battered. Then He was murdered. All for me.

And on Sunday, as we observe the most joyous event on our calendar, He will rise. Victorious.

Again, for me.

And I will ask — again — why me, Lord?


I have pondered that question over and over. And over and over I can only muster the same three responses.

•Thank you.

•Grace really is amazing.

•I’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve this.

Truth be told, you don’t deserve His grace either. But take heart — that’s never stopped Him before.

And true to His promise, it never, ever, will.

Happy Easter, everyone!

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