Plants bloom at different times. If every plant bloomed at the same time, we'd never be able to constantly enjoy the beauty of flowers. So, too, our lives bloom at different times, and I think in His infinite plan of love, God designs it that way so we can always have moments of joy, even in the midst of tragedy.
Though I've seen donated livers malfunction again and again due to detrimental behaviors, seeing yet another wasted, abused, mistreated donated liver is where I learned true gift.
As Jesus' hands and feet in the world today, we have a responsibility to our neighbor to be the vessel of mercy, the conduit of compassion, the outpouring of love. Disgust, disdain, and deluding ourselves into thinking we could never understand this other person leaves no room for love.
Our Heavenly Father is not holding out on us. He's not taking us for granted. He's overjoyed, and He deeply desires for us to share in His joy.
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.
But I think Judas and Peter had similar hearts, fallible human hearts like ours. I think the same doubts that plagued Peter were the same doubts that prevented Judas from coming back to Jesus and the other disciples. I think the same faith that caused Judas to return the money in repentance was the same faith that propelled Peter to weep bitterly and then wait in hope with the other disciples.