Rom. 7:18-19 For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.
Rom.7:24-25 O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord…
I recently saw a tee shirt that said “Epic Fail”. It had an arrow that pointed to the right, presumably at whomever was standing there. Those words, “epic” and “fail” are widely used now days.
I cannot think of a better way to describe my Christian life at times: “Epic Fail.” I seem to get caught up in the same sin over and over and over, like a hamster on a wheel. I know that I have a weakness. I pray about it. I read God’s Word to get strength and wisdom to defeat it. Yet, in a momentary laps, I slip back, and into the same sin. I have no more tears to shed over it, I feel numb and hopeless. Why would God forgive me again? Why would He even want to help me? I keep failing. There’s that word again, fail. That’s me: Valerie, the epic failure.
I won’t bother you with the details of my faults. I’ve been working on it for a while now, even going to the point of saying “Wow, I’m so glad I’m aware of this sin in my life. I won’t do that again, now that I know!” HA! Famous last words. I don’t do it intentionally, but then, I never have. Today, I read how Paul struggles with the same thing I do: failure. I read chapter 7 and 8 of Romans, searching for a way to cure myself of committing the same sin over and over. I wanted to find something like “If thou dwellest in the precepts of the Lord daily, thou wilt not sin.” Or, “If thou produce meekness all the days of thy life, thou wilt be perfect.” But, I didn’t find those words. It appears to my very un-trained mind that the answer is this: keep going. When I fail, get up and go again. That’s what Paul did. He died to his flesh and kept going for the Lord Jesus. Paul says in Rom.8:15 that we have been adopted and we can cry out “Abba, Father.” That’s a term of endearment. When I fail, I can cry out to my Heavenly Father. He forgives me, He picks me up, just like my earthly father would do. He comforts me, He corrects me, and He sends me back out to try again.
What a blessing it it to know that when my Heavenly Father looks at me, He doesn’t see me for what I am, an epic failure. No, He sees the blood of Jesus upon my life. And Jesus never fails.