So often I hear people say that there cannot possibly be divinity or God, for divinity would not allow the soul-wrenching depths of suffering, injustice and deprivation that we encounter in our world. When hearing this argument, I find it quite ironic that on the one hand these realists see spiritual people as children who believe in a certain fairy tale that is just not there, while on the other hand they themselves cannot see the possibility of a creative intelligence without portraying this intelligence as the judge, juror and prosecutor of a perfectly happy world.
I, myself, think that divinity is all around us. Like Yogananda, I see myself as a small wave in an ocean of creative divinity. I am not perfect. Within me there is much darkness and unwisdom. Within me there is still much fear and cruelty. And so I create darkness and unwisdom and fear and cruelty. But I also create love, beauty, forgiveness and magic.
And so to me the answer as to how there can be a God when the world is so unjust is in the fact that the stars would not shine were it not for the darkness. It is in adversity that people get to know life and themselves. Though the pace and intensity of this adversity varies greatly from one individual to the next, and though while alive we cannot know how much of this adversity is old karma and how much is pure experience or the emotional manifestations of those around us, we are all here to understand. We are all here to experience life and learn from it the only way we know how; by witnessing something that seems outside of ourselves.
So next time that we lament the small or large difficulties that life set in our path, hard as it may be, perhaps we can try to acknowledge that without any resistance to our dreams, there would more likely than not be no life and no us.