I am typically a discontent person. Even when handed a gift, either it is not just as I would have it or I am displeased with my portion.
My career field has been the subject of much of my complaining. As an automotive technician (because “mechanic” sounds too lowly), I am paid by what is called Flat Rate. This means if I do a brake job and receive 2 hours of my hourly wage, I get 2 hours of wage whether it takes me 2 hours, 30 minutes, or 6 hours. The plus side of this is that I can usually beat the time and get another job in, and my paycheck is happy. The downside is that if there is no other job waiting, or no brake job to start with, I don’t get paid for jobs that I don’t do. So I sit at my toolbox not being paid. I tell people I’m on 100% commission, but it’s different. Anyways.. I am frequently temped to complain and be discontent.
I don’t have any work. I’m not seeing my family.
I don’t like this work. I don’t get paid enough.
My tools cost too much. This job pays too little.
This job takes too long. I’m here too many hours.
That guy makes more money than I do.
That guy gets better jobs than I do.
That guy has a bigger toolbox and nicer tools than I do.
That guy can afford more tools than I can.
These SUV tires are too heavy; I want to work on cars.
This spiff bonus money is too little on that job.
There are only powdered gloves left to protect my hands; I only like the non powdered kind.
I had to take a late lunch because I was so busy.
But it doesn’t stop at work. I bring it home. I bring it in the car. I bring it to the store. I even bring it when I’m out hiking or camping.
I didn’t get enough sleep. I spend too much money.
I made a bad decision. I’m tired of eating out.
My kids are up past their bedtime. My kids are awake before I am.
I don’t like to play dollhouse. I don’t like to empty the dishwasher.
I don’t like to get up and pick out one of the dozens of DVDs from the shelf; I want to stream Netflix and Hulu.
I don’t have the right glass for my beer.
My flat screen TV’s speakers are too quiet.
My BluRay player sometimes doesn’t talk to my TV.
My books take up too much room; I need a Nook.
My tent is no good; I need a hammock.
My hammock is no good; I didn’t make it myself from ultralight materials.
My iPhone data stream is too slow.
My 600 fill goose down jacket I bought for less than half-price is being repaired for free and it’s taking too long.
I live in Greenville; I wished I lived in Asheville.
I drive a 2007 Toyota Matrix that is paid for and has no problems; I want to drive a Subaru Outback.
Facebook makes me mad at people:
I’m drinking “work” coffee because I can’t afford “good” coffee.
I could go on and on, but you get the idea. I’ve been reading two things lately, the book of Exodus in the Bible, and The Greener Grass Conspiracy by Stephen Altrogge.
In Exodus, the Israelites were under intense and brutal slavery at the hands of the Egyptians and God sent Moses as His spokesman to set the people free. God brought 10 plagues against the Pharaoh and eventually the people are set free to worship God in the desert. The Pharaoh’s heart grows hard, once again, after the Israelites begin their exodus from Egypt. God dramatically parts the Red Sea, the Israelites escape, and the walls of water crash down and destroy the Egyptians pursuing them. God works powerfully and visibly in their midst and on their behalf, yet they soon begin to charge God with bringing them out of Egypt only to die. In long suffering and patience, God even gives them food from heaven and water from a rock. The passage that really stood out to me for this was Exodus 17:1-7, should you choose to read more on your own.
Instead of summarizing what I’ve been reading from The Greener Grass Conspiracy, I’ll just quote a couple spots:
“When I complain, I’m declaring that I serve a helpless, bumbling God. That my life is out of control. That he hasn’t been faithful. That he isn’t using circumstances for good. I’m smearing God’s character and forgetting his past faithfulness. I’m telling the world that God is a pathetic, disorganized deity who can’t seem to get my life straight. I’m telling a lie about God.” (P.106)
“Complaining sucks the joy out of life. The complainer can’t even enjoy the good things he has.” (P.109)
So, being influenced by my readings, and having listed out some of my complaints already, here is an exercise is thankfulness and what I have to be grateful for. It will by no means be exhaustive.
I am in Christ. He died and rose again, lavishes grace on me, and tells me it’s sufficient for me.
My marriage is growing sweeter by the day instead of bitter.
My kids run to meet me and latch onto me and scream in delight when I come home from work.
My kids ask me and want me to spend time with them.
The Lord promises to meet my true needs, and has proven himself faithful to keep me at a good average the 16 months I’ve been here.
I get to work for Lexus, and take pride in my work.
My shop has air conditioning in the summer and heated in the winter, which not only increases my comfort but lessens my severe allergies.
I’m not in any tool debt.
Even though I work 10 hours a day and every 3rd Saturday, getting time off or getting out early has never been an issue.
During downtime at work, I have the freedom to read the Bible or other good books.
I work with another Christian.
My work is satisfying, to maintain or repair something and see the fruit of it.
My health is good enough to go on outdoor adventures.
My hammock system is warm at night and I sleep better there than in a tent. My tent also allows me to bring in new guys to adventures who don’t already have any gear.
I am getting my down jacket repaired at no cost to me, and have other warm jackets in the mean time.
I have an iPhone period, which allows me to stay in contact with my family and small group throughout the day in conversation or asking/being asked for prayer. It also allows me to listen to biblically sound podcasts and audiobooks. It also allows me to plan and research adventure trips.
I have eyes to see my wife and kids and cars and the earth and to read books.
I have glasses for when my eyes get tired and strained.
I have hands and fingers to type and write and climb with.
I have The Lord, who promises to never leave me of forsake me.
I have the Bible which tells me of the Lord’s faithfulness and the Gospel.
My complaint list and blessing list could both be way longer. God has blessed me beyond measure, with the Gospel and beyond, and I still frequently have the audacity to figuratively charge Him that He’s brought me out into the wilderness to die. It’s no wonder sin makes sinners into cosmic traitors. When we complain and doubt God, we tell the whole world that God is not faithful, that God cannot be trusted, that God is not good, that God is weak. We slander his name and then curse him for it. Thanks be to God for the Gospel!
For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Corinthians 5:21 esv)
That’s one to memorize.