“Life isn’t fair,” my four-year-old granddaughter once told me. She offered this judgment as a thoughtful observation, not a whining complaint.
I remember taking genuine pleasure in her remark—not just a delight in her early capacity for philosophical reflection, but also a sense that this particular wisdom could be of blessing in the life ahead of her.
On a wall in Stockholm’s cathedral hangs a huge 17th-century painting of the Last Judgment that depicts the falling bodies of the damned. On a recent visit to that church I gave the painting little more than a glance. A longer look might have found something of beauty or interest, but my reaction just then was to wish that it were not there.
Every time I come to the parable of the dishonest manager, I’m baffled.
Superficially it just doesn’t add up. Does Jesus really commend as our
role model “a manager of unrighteousness”? So this narrative makes us
listen extra carefully and read extra slowly, as we figure out in what
way this parable depicts the kingdom of heaven.