This world is filled with people who are still under evils' wily ways. Things like this remind me that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the human heart is captive to sin. Well, I have good news for those who steal, kill, and destroy: there is a cure! And His name is Jesus Christ. And I, for one, am glad He is the cure because my ways are no better than the lady who stole my name. If I were left to handle my own soul, I'd make a mess of it every time. In Romans 7:17-20,24, Paul confessed to this human dilemma, too:
"But I need something more! For if I know the law but still can’t keep it, and if the power of sin within me keeps sabotaging my best intentions, I obviously need help! I realize that I don’t have what it takes. I can will it, but I can’t do it. I decide to do good, but I don’t really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don’t result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time...I’ve tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn’t that the real question?"
But when I read on in verse 25, I find Paul's answer, the cure he clings to when sinful ways trip him up: