For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God... -Romans 3:23, NIV
Really? Seriously?
Man regrets his stupid actions. He’s read plenty of books and done plenty stupid things to know what he should do better. To own them, to share them, to learn from them, that is the value of making mistakes. He hates them, but they’re unavoidable in their avoidance. He loathes them, but he will unwittingly assure himself of spending time with them, honing his animal impulses as time passes by, growing more and more and even more efficient, constantly hell-bent for self-destruction.
And then his actions will make sure there is nothing good living in him. There is, actually –only he doesn’t know that.
He’s not a criminal. All he does is wake up, bathe, eat, work, dream, sleep and do that all over again per secula seculorum. No damage in that, all right! But in between his states, what does he think? What does he eat? What does he dream? What does he sleep? Does he want the best for himself…or the worst for someone? Can he have too much of a good thing, or does he have nothing to share? Maybe he believed a lie for so long. Or his heart burns with envy and his anger boils over. Nobody knows but him and God –and he doesn’t want God to know.
Good won’t cut it; his shortcomings have to be fixed. He must pay for his actions like everybody else. But he is impotent to do so... like everybody else.