As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
“Why do you call me good?” Jesus answered. “No one is good—except God alone. You know the commandments: ‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, you shall not defraud, honor your father and mother.’”
- Mark 10:17-19
“No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good.”
- C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
“He may say on his arrival down here, ‘I now see that I spent most of my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked.’”
- C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters
To clarify the title, as the Scripture says, I am just like all others, not good. I am far from little. And I might not be as mature as I should be at times, but I am not the ‘boy’ that I was 50+ years ago.
With that being said, a friend in Sunday school, a week ago, said that if you try really hard, you might only manage being good for a few seconds. Well, I don’t think that I’m that bad … Never mind, he might be right.
The quote above from Screwtape refers to arriving down here, in Hell. I have often thought of this quote. We often feel that the things that we give up to become a Christian brought us so much joy before we were saved, but did they really? Is Lewis right by saying that our sins are actions that we did not like?
And yet, there is the day after the night of sin and debauchery. There is the chance of getting a disease or two. There are those friends that give you a sideways glance the week after. There is that “club” that you can never return to again. Do we really like that part? And for every sensory overload from one sin or another, does the resultant void of sensation afterwards negate all the pleasure?
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.