“I just don’t think it’s fair.”
I was complaining to my husband. Again. The frustration of the day poured out of me as I recounted the story. I had played by the rules, poured my heart and soul into the project, and worked my tail off. And then someone else got the credit.
Have you ever been in a similar situation? Knowing that you deserved the praise and reward for your hard work but instead watching someone else receive it?
Later that night, I began reading in Luke 6, trying to find myself and my situation in the story. When Jesus entered the synagogue and ran into a man whose hand was withered, I found myself nodding along. “Yes, Jesus, my soul is withered. I need You to heal my heart.”
But the more I read, the more I realized that I was not the man with the withered hand. Instead, God revealed to me how much my heart was like the Pharisees’ hearts. I was:
- Comparing myself to someone else and finding them lacking.
- Frustrated because I was following the rules and not getting the reward.
- Focusing on self-justification and pride.
You guys, it is humbling to realize that sometimes you’re the bad guy in your own story. It wasn’t about whether I was in the right or not; it was about the state of my heart.
The irony of the Pharisees is that the people who were supposed to love God the most were the ones who ended up killing Him. They were the main antagonists to Jesus, and we become antagonists to His message when we become focused on self-righteousness.
Rule-following did not save my soul; grace did. When I meditate on that truth, my attitude switches from self-importance and pride to gratitude and humility.
Ultimately, God reminded me that the Gospel’s not fair (thank goodness). I don’t get what I deserve, because I get what Jesus deserved instead. He did all of the work, and I get all of the credit.
So next time I find myself in an unfair situation, I pray that I can lift my hands and thank God that things aren’t always fair.