it’s interesting what you’ll find when you google ‘entitlement’ in the search bar. narcissism, land grants, and social security/medicare top the list. if i could personalize that search, it would come up with the results of this past semester coming to reality of how many ‘rights’ i believe that i have, or believe i should have.
i’m no webster, but entitlement is that attitude in all of us that believes we deserve benefits and prizes in our lives. i think we clearly see this in this time of the year, especially in kids but adults alike. we all anticipate a gift at christmas time. and even as adults, if we don’t get what we hoped for, there’s a sense of disappointment. this can sometimes escalate into temper tantrums, even for adults.
for me, it’s been a season of believing that my efforts warrant a certain result. i’m convinced that because i gave all my efforts into studying i should get such and such on my midterm. i constantly find myself thinking that if i say the right words to our leaders, then they’ll find such wisdom in my words and be on their merry way. i anticipate praise that because of my hard work, because i’m working harder than guy next to me. i believe that people should believe the gospel because i presented it tactfully. my mind is at ease with thinking that if people would just understand who i am, or my position, then everything in this world would just operate perfectly.
but the opposite has been true the majority of the time. even if things go the way i intend it to, then the sense of entitlement grows in me to believing that the same approach will warrant the exact results the next time. i believe the credit goes to driscoll for coining the term ‘methodolatry’, which i definitely have, believing that my methods will work every time.
the more and more i realize this in my life, the more and more thankful i am for a gospel that tells me that if god really gave me everything i was entitled for, i would not be able to write about this, or even process through this. one, because my complete existence finds its source in him. and second, scripture is pretty clear to what i’m entitled for: separation from him in death.
this sense of entitlement is just another form of rebellion in my life, showing my desperate heart for a father’s love. when the status of my family’s health doesn’t correspond to my efforts, it’s by god’s grace to show me his sovereignty and care in my life. to remind me over and over again that my world centers around a sovereign god who actually loves me and takes upmost diligence in taking care of me and my family. i think it’s most clearly outlined in romans 8: 32
he who did not spare his own son but gave him up for us all, how will he not also with him graciously give us all things?
thanks to the gospel, i’m not entitled to my crappy rights and filthy rags, as the bible says. but now i’m entitled to the rights of a son due to the gift that was given to us through the gospel saving us.
so all the legalities we have in this world of what’s ours and what isn’t, pales in comparison to the legal rights we as sons and daughters of a king have due to the son of god who died. therefore, every action and word i speak is a gift from dad, with full assurance that he loves me and works all things out for my good.
christ has secured our entitlement. that very truth makes christmas so important: to know that all our hopes and fears were met in him that night!
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