Up until a few years ago, I thought I was a pretty good person doing a great job of being a Christian. In theory, of course, I knew I was a sinner, but I usually did the right thing and followed the rules. It took a difficult season and and my own rebellion against God to realize that I’m actually not a good person. I’m horribly sinful, and the evil in my heart runs deep.
It’s one thing to “believe” that Jesus died for you and saved you, but also thinking that you didn’t need Him that much because you’re not that bad. It’s another thing to notice how bad you are, and that Jesus still died for you, horribly sinful heart and all. I’m glad I know the latter now, and am more thankful for Good Friday than ever before.
“The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost. But I received mercy for this reason, than in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display his perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in him for eternal life. To the King of ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.” -1 Timothy 1:15-17