Life isn’t fair. Never was and never will be.

The Easter season is here and it is time to remember and celebrate the life and death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, or in symbolic language, to honor the cross and empty tomb.

This is about one of my parishioners. She, along with her three children, always came to church a few minutes early and they would sit on the back pew and fold the day’s worship bulletins.

For several years, I was the pastor of a small church in Lind, Wash., which is in wheat country. While I was there, I would hear conversations about farmers who would lease land from the land owners without a written lease or rental agreement.