But he, desiring to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” -- Luke 10:29It is easy to scoff at the arrogant lawyer who prompted Jesus' parable about the Good Samaritan, this insolent jerk who wanted to find excuses for his hatreds--or at least his indifferences--and thus challenged the teacher to clarify the reasonable limits of love. It is easy to scoff, because most of us see more of the Samaritan in ourselves than we do the lawyer.
But if I'm honest, far too much of my life is spent desiring to justify myself.
This pursuit is not restricted to holding up my arguments as superior to others', though that is certainly part of the picture. No, this goes to the very core of my sinful psyche. Every pursuit of accomplishment, fame, respect, power, and love seems tainted by a desperate, faithless craving for self-justification.
You see, while God clearly tells me that my life is supremely valuable based on His work in me, Satan tells me that I must make a name for myself. Satan insists that I must prove my worth. Satan mocks that if people do not think that I am wonderful, then I must be a failure.
I therefore set myself frantically to the task of demonstrating that my dirty rags can be cleaner than yours, or at least clean enough. The very hopelessness of the cause ought to drive me to the cross for a fresh outpouring of divine grace, yet time and again I prove too weak even for that. Rather, I pathetically plunge these rags back into the muddy waters of my own life and vainly scrub, defying both belief and reason.
Jesus' parable not only destroys my own self-justification, it demonstrates the healing life I am constantly shunning. The grace of the Samaritan is fully available to me at every turn, outstretched in the compassionate hand of my Father. All that is required is for me to stop striving to justify my life by my own merits, lay still, let him bind up my wounds, and take me home.
* Note, thank you to my friend, John Cheek, for inspiring this post.