Don’t you just hate it when you’re right, but the person who
was wrong wins or gets their way? I don’t mind being wrong. But if I’m right,
and things still don’t go my way… Something in me screams it’s an injustice.
That it’s not fair.
I don’t think God is too concerned about what’s fair though.
I think He’s more concerned about people knowing Him. I think He’s more
concerned about my transformation to become more like Him…
Seven months ago, I took my last final, turned in my last
paper, curled my hair, put on a pretty dress, and then covered it up with an
unflattering graduation gown. But I didn’t care because it was my graduation
day!
Now fast forward…
Two weeks ago, I discovered that I hadn’t actually graduated…
I was less than happy. Not only was I not finding out about this until seven
months later, but I really did
graduate. I fulfilled every single requirement. The school’s records, however,
showed that my degree was never awarded because I “never submitted my Senior
Writing Requirement”. False. I submitted it once my junior year only to later
discover it was never recorded, so I re-submitted it my senior year. Except apparently it still wasn’t there.
My initial reaction was that I’ve earned this degree and
it’s not my fault that I don’t have it. I did everything right and now the
people who are at fault are either
not fixing their mistake as quickly as I think they should or they’re trying to
fix it by changing my graduation date to May 2015 instead of May 2014. Okay,
no. That’s not good enough. Because I want my diploma to say 2014. And I want
my name on the Senior Walk to be under 2014. And in my head… That’s what I
deserve. That’s what I’ve earned. That’s what I’m entitled to and I don’t think
that’s unreasonable.
But is that what this is really about? God is sovereign and
He could have made sure my paper was recorded either of the first two times it
was submitted. But He didn’t and it wasn’t. Out of the thousands of people
graduating, I was the only one whose
degree fell through the cracks. The only one.
But is it really that big of a deal? Is angrily demanding
that my name be engraved in one sidewalk instead of another forgiving someone
who just made an honest mistake? Does the possibility of the wrong year on a
piece of paper give me the right to yell at someone, who isn’t even at fault,
but just had the misfortune of picking up the phone when I call? No. Jesus says
I’m better than that and He calls me to a higher standard. Maybe graduating
with the class of 2015 is worth it if it aids in the process of me becoming
more like Christ. My life, every aspect of my life, should point people to
Jesus. And if that means sacrificing something, even something I’ve rightfully
earned… Then who cares?
Jesus laid down His rights. Then I should lay down mine.
Especially one as insignificant as this.
(**UPDATE: I’ll officially be graduating with the class of
2014!)