A number of years back Chris Rice wrote a song about his need for a hero. With the advent of so many super hero movies in the last decade or so, I find myself wishing that I was a hero more than realizing my need for a hero. But my need is there, whether I realize it or not. Just as I wrote a few days ago about throwing baseballs (see the post here), I’m not very good at reaching the North Pole. In fact, just when I think that I’m awesome at life and that I have this whole “living for God” thing figured out, I fall flat on my face in stupidity and realize what a wretched man I am. Paul said in Romans 7 that this happens because of two natures at work in me. On the one hand, I want to do good and to honor God with my life. And on the other hand, those demons who are whispering in my ear are awfully tempting. Sadly, those demons win more than they should.* But here’s the good news: God provided a hero for me when He sent Jesus. My level of “goodness” doesn’t matter any longer because Jesus is the perfect one whom I cannot be. He gave His life so that Holy God might accept unholy me.
* The Bible doesn’t teach that every temptation we face comes from demons. Rather, we’re tempted by our own evil desires, which are part of our flesh.