It's That Time Again! Bring on the Pity!

Okay, just a warning: I think this is going to be a big ol' infertile pity post.

In keeping with my "productive" musings, I feel that I should point out that my fertility issues are very confused right now. Last night in my Intro to Special Education class, we were talking about kids with disabilities and the professor asked, "Doesn't it seem like some people shouldn't even have kids?" That, of course, got me thinking. It's so true. Almost every day on the news there is a story about a woman who threw her kid in the Dumpster or an innocent child beaten to death. And even if it's not that drastic, I could go to any McDonald's and point to a few sad recipients of children who should have won a lifetime of birth control...

...or better yet, infertility.

I know many of you are Christians, but there remains one burning question in my agnostic mind: How can you justify God letting certain people have children and not others? Why was Andrea Yates able to conceive? Why is Pat Robertson still alive? Why is God a big lazy bum when it comes to homeless kids and children with cancer? Why does God allow priests to diddle little boys? How could Matthew Shepard die? And if God has nothing to do with these things, why do people pray? Why (this is my personal pet peeve) do people tell you that "God will take care of you" or that things are meant to be?

(Don't say I didn't warn you.)