Life isn't fair.

I have said those three words to express my feelings about the girl who can eat Ben and Jerry's and Canes on the regular yet still looks like a Victoria's Secret Angel. I've used that phrase to explain my tension between the kid who can go out and get hammered each night but still get a better grade on his midterm than me. I have even said those words when watching the girl who is not-so-nice get the dreamy, hot, and of course, nice guy. However, now when looking back on all the times I used this phrase to explain my feelings in my world, I realize that I used it wrong.

On April 2nd, I was tweeting about my plane ride back home, complaining about the security checking my big hair and patting it down. Life was SO hard for me, going to the airport, making the plane on time, and traveling on a one hour and thirty minute ride staring out the window, wanting time to pass by. While I was going home to my comfortable bed and my beautiful family to celebrate Christ's resurrection, 148 Christians at a university in Nairobi, Kenya were being slaughtered. They separated the Christians from everyone else and killed them.

Life really isn't fair.

While I was going home to celebrate Christ being risen on Easter Sunday, Christians were being persecuted around the world. They still are being persecuted. They still live in fear. Life isn't fair. Many people around the world are being persecuted for their religion--whatever it may be--and that isn't fair.

I visited Kenya in the summer of 2013 and all these events reminded me of what I saw when I was there. It has only been two years since I've visited the beautiful country but I have found myself lost in my "problems" and my "world", forgetting that I met a young 14-year-old girl named Ruth who asked me if I walked for water for my family as well. Little did she know that I complain about having to walk to the fridge to get water sometimes. I met a sixteen year old boy named Abednego who I taught how to play tic-tac-toe, and he told me he dreamed of going to college to become a lawyer, but knew it was out of reach. Little did he know that I complain about having to MLA format my bibliography for homework. I met a family there raising a special needs child named Josh, struggling to make it with enough food. Little do they know that I have arguments with my friends about whether we want Taco Bell or Canes some nights.

Life isn't fair. Why do I have excess when others have nothing? No one of any religion should be persecuted for their faith. I am not a politician or policy maker and I don't know what to do, but all I ask is that the college students of America rise together to pray for these atrocities going on around the world daily, like the 148 Kenyan students being killed, and 148 families who lost a loved one, and a community facing persecution. I ask everyone to pray to their God, whoever it may be, that this world we live in can experience love. Life will not always be fair, and the truth is, I don't know why bad things happen to good people, but I know that during these times I turn to my God for advice, comfort, and wisdom. I know my God can help these people when I am unaware how to. My God brings joy in the morning to people who experience pain in the night. That is all I know. All I know to do is pray.

Chances are more college students know about Zayn's departure from One Direction than this attack in Kenya. More people care about a dress that is either white and gold or black and blue than those being slaughtered for their faith. More college kids are tweeting about these "problems", unaware of the 148 Kenyan students who were attacked and killed. Most college kids are unaware of the families who are fearful to pray in public. I was for the longest time. We can change that, though.

I know I need to change my habits. I need to give more. I need to buy less for me. I need to pray more. I need to be reminded that life isn't fair because I am receiving more than my selfish heart deserves. I ask other college students to do the same and together we can work on being more aware about these problems facing our brothers and sisters on the other side of the world.

And I pray for the 148 Kenyan students and their families. I pray for their community. I pray that one day life can be more fair, and they can pray in peace. I ask everyone to pray for these things as well because life isn't fair.

God bless and HE is risen. Now why don't we rise together to pray for peace?