The biggest challenge to my faith is the seeming randomness of everything.
Some are born into the lap of luxury while others are born into unspeakable misery. Wonderful people suffer unbelievable tragedy, while complete monsters live the life of Riley. King David also had these though when he would pen, "Why do the wicked prosper while the righteous perish.? " These things do no destroy my faith, and it is an age old question. I'm just saying it's the one thing that I haven't had a totally satisfactory answer about. Perhaps bloated skeleton in the horn of Africa goes to such bliss, that his or her afterlife is actually worth the suffering and misery they experience on earth.