When you say God recognizes you have finally gotten the inheritance you deserved, I tremble at such words. Do you not know the scripture? "We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags." If you have gotten what you deserve, then you have gotten the wages of sin, which is death. Is that what you boast of? No, I hear in your voice a claim of merit, a strutting of self-righteousness, as though your own steel and resolve have wrung a blessing from the Almighty's hand.
Listen again to the deserted infant, wallowing in its own blood, with no eye to pity. There was nothing desirable in it, nothing by which it could plead for itself, yet Divine Grace said "Live." That is the only inheritance any soul ever gets: a free, unpurchased, unsought mercy. If you imagine you have stepped onto the soil of Canaan because you do not play around, because you have stood firm where others faltered, you are still wandering in the wilderness of your own pride. You think you have crossed over, yet you are only on the border, and that border is a mirage of self-congratulation.
What is this inheritance you claim? The true inheritance is pardon of sin, life hid with Christ, fellowship with the Father. It is measured not by your unyielding character but by the faithfulness of Jesus, whose love is not a passion stirred by our worthiness but a fountain springing from within His own Divine nature. He loved us because He would love us. There was nothing in us to attract Him, our sin could not travel so far but that His love traveled beyond it. His faithfulness is wider than our unfaithfulness. If you have the inheritance, it is because He gave it, not because you deserved it.
The deeper a soul drinks of mercy, the more it loathes itself. Every doctrine learned after conversion, every glimpse of election, every step in grace, makes a man sink lower in his own esteem. You say "finally", as though you have arrived. But the further one goes in the divine life, the more he cries, "Unclean, unclean!" Not "I have it at last, God recognizes my grit." If you are boasting of your serious-minded resolve, you have not yet begun to know the sinfulness of sin or the glory of grace.
Divine sovereignty is a comfort to God's children precisely because it topples all human merit. He has mercy on whom He will have mercy. He lifts the infant from its ruin, not when the infant becomes strong or resolute, but when it is helpless. If He has shown you favor, it is not because you played your hand well. It is to magnify His free, unpurchased grace. He owes no man anything but judgment. Any good you have received is a divine interposition, a surprise of love, a gentle handling of a foolish child who would have scrabbled on the wall and spat on his own beard had He not restrained you.
So I say to you: let this word of self-satisfaction fall to the ground. Come down from the throne of your own making. Look to Christ, whose faithfulness alone secures the inheritance for His people, not their faithfulness to Him, but His to them. Quit the sand of the desert, the trust in your own unwavering seriousness, and fall upon the blood and righteousness of Jesus. Then you will have an inheritance indeed, and you will sing not of what you have grasped at last, but of what He freely gave. You will marvel, not that you stood firm, but that He held you up when you would have fallen a thousand times.
May God show you the poverty of your own spirit, and may His gentleness make you great, great in meekness, great in self-despair, great in clinging only to the cross. That is the true inheritance, and it is yours only when you count yourself as nothing and Christ as everything.