Getting Revenge on My Fifth Grade Teacher

Getting Revenge on My Fifth Grade Teacher

I had a teacher in fifth grade who was horrible. I’m not sure if he hated kids or just hated life in general.

One day he wrote my parents a note about how bad of a kid I was. He falsely accused me for something or other. He gave me the note and told me to take it to my mom. He then followed me to the car after school and motioned for my mom to roll down her window.

“Mrs. Malm, Joël has something he needs to show you.”

In a flash of fury I pulled out the note, shredded it in his face and pitched it at him. My mom was horrified. She apologized profusely and gave me the wait until your dad finds out look.

That was the worst whoopin’ I ever got from dear old dad. But apparently it didn’t do the job because I’m still extremely proud of myself for my actions in the face of that nefarious man.

Justice sure feels good doesn’t it? I really felt like that teacher got what he deserved. Funny thing is, I probably got what I deserved too.

I guess what I’m trying to say is justice is a tricky thing. It’s not always as clear-cut as we’d like it to be. Sure, I’m pretty certain I always know what needs to happen for justice to be done. But then sometimes it comes back to haunt me on the rear end.

I always have to remind myself to really check my motives. Am I really trying to see justice done or am I simply trying to make myself feel better or get revenge?

Ultimately, the only objective judge of justice is God himself. What’s confusing is – he decided to absorb the price of justice upon himself. Then he started dishing out grace like a soup kitchen funded by Bill Gates.

That causes me to pause and think every time I feel I need to let justice roll. The embodiment of justice had mercy. Maybe I should too.

He has told you, O man, what is good;
    and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
    and to walk humbly with your God?
– Micah 6:8