It's as if I was raising up a tower of wooden blocks, picked out a wrong block, and everything crushed into the ground at once.
That's reality, my friends.
That's what I call my righteousness.
So vile, carnal, sold under sin, helpless, and having no might of my own.
I guess that's why the purpose of Christian religion is not about producing more righteousness.
And yet everyday I think I am righteous. LoL.
Wretched woman that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, on the one hand I myself with my mind am serving the law of God, but on the other, with my flesh the law of sin.
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