No one is perfect. This we can all admit. There are times when we fail ourselves, times when we disappoint others, and times when we say the wrong thing. We have hurt people around us, and don’t always make the best choices in our life. No one is perfect.
But at least I want to be good. I think my intentions are good. Not everything I do, think and say turns out to be a complete disaster. Sometimes I get it right. Sometimes I make people happy. No one is perfect, they say, but I’m not that bad.
In my own mind.
Especially when I look around, and see people that are worse off than I am. Mean and rude, unhappy and unrighteous. There are those who steal, who fight, who abuse, who murder. I am not like them. They are bad, and I am good.
I think to myself.
And that should be enough to get me through life. That seems like it should be sufficient to keep God on my side. If I try my best. If I do unto others. If I am kind and considerate, at least most of the time. It should be enough, if I were in charge of heaven and hell.
But I’m not.
The God of Heaven and the Savior of the World say something shocking to those who believe this popular lie of Christianity: that we are good enough. In fact, Jesus once told this story to those who thought the same thing, “At least I’m a good person”.
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