I never use to think this about myself until I heard a sermon—that was just for me. I was pretty much “the victim” and felt I had reason to object what had been done to me over the course of my life. I felt that the world had singled me out for ridicule, but I didn’t look around at all of the others who had experienced the same or even worse.
My life, in my eyes, appeared to be tumultuous—to say the least. It went from having my identity stolen to getting tangled up in a relationship with a drug dealer. It ranged from evaluating blood that held the AIDs virus (and disputing the accuracy of those results to my then supervisor where I ended up leaving because of it amongst other things) to looking into the teary eyes of a person living with that very disease. But I thought I had something to complain about.
God answered me when I asked, “Why me?” with “Why not you?” He reminded me of Joseph being sold into slavery, Daniel in the lion’s den, Jonah in the belly of the whale, John the Baptist having been beheaded, and of course Jesus Christ who hung on a cross—blameless. Jesus said, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.” I realized then that I had nothing to complain about.
I remembered those who can't walk, talk, or even get dressed on their own. I took note of those who have been raped, maimed, and crippled. I considered those who grew up in foster homes and broken families. I took the medicine to cure me of the bad case I had ...of the complaints.
"Likewise, ye younger, submit yourselves unto the elder. Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble." 1 Peter 5:5, KJV
"Do not complain, brethren, against one another, so that you [yourselves] may not be judged. Look! The Judge is [already] standing at the very door." James 5:9, Amplified version
Additional Reference: Luke 23:34