“I pray, I give… and nothing changes.” How many times has this complaint echoed? As if faith were a machine or God a vending machine where you just have to insert the right coin — prayer, donation, sacrifice — for the blessing to drop, mechanical and earned. I call this logic the “transactional gospel.” A quid pro quo religion where God’s blessing becomes the product of a calculation. Yet, when faced with trials, the divine response is not about settling a score, but a pure revelation: “My grace is sufficient for you.”