I was talking recently to a young friend who is going through a crisis of faith. He can't continue to believe in God, he said, because he simply can't accept the notion of a supposedly just God whose actions are so arbitrary. If it matters to God whether we believe or disbelieve, he said, why doesn't God show special favor to those who believe the right things? Why don't their prayers matter more?
And how can a just God justify to humanity events such as the tsumani that killed so many in Indonesia a year and a half ago? And why, if praying makes a difference to anything, isn't it more reliable? When my young friend prayed that his mother's cancer would go away the first time, it had gone into remission; but when it returned, all his praying did her no good at all. "It's pointless," he said.
Furthermore, what about all the people---on both sides---being killed in Iraq? How can a just and merciful God allow the good (whichever those are) to be killed along with the bad?
Listening to him made me very glad to be a heretic. Conventional Christians have to engage in heroic twists and leaps of logic to explain to themselves and others why good people suffer along with the bad. Because I came at Christianity (christianity) from a different angle, I never have this problem.
1. God doesn't care whether you're happy. First of all, I don't assume as most Christians I know seem to do that God wants his creatures to be "happy," whatever that means. If I believed that this was the purpose of creation, I really would have to chop some logic.
The idea that personal suffering is a sign of God's inattention certainly isn't supported by the Bible. If you assume that when bad things happen to people it's a sign of God's anger, Jerry Falwell, you clearly haven't paid enough attention to what your Bible tells you about what happens to those whom he favors with his personal attention, starting with Christ and working backwards and forwards through history.
I remember a dismal hymn we used to sing at the Episcopal Church that expressed the paradox that Christ was so fond of reiterating: "The peace of God...is no peace, but strife cast in the sod/Yet brothers pray for but one thing/The glorious peace of God!" I didn't get it as a teenager and I certainly wasn't interested in a God who promised "not peace but a sword."
I had to come to Christianity the long way around, via other religions. Given its difficulty, I find it much easier to see life as the process by which the soul educates and disciplines itself than as a one-time-only temporary chance to convince God that you are sufficiently repentant/pure/faithful to deserve a place at some extended picnic with the other good and deserving. If we assume that there is a God who takes some sort of interest in our welfare---and based on experience, I do----the only possible inference we can draw from what we observe about the reality of human life is that suffering, bereavement, and death are (from God's perspective) circumstances that somehow inure to our benefit, however much we may wish to forego them.