Wretched.

There is one verse that I recite to myself every day of my life. The verse is, "O wretched man I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?". More than any verse, this verse daily rings in my head. When it does, I can guarantee you that it is coupled with a feeling of absolute disgust. I am disgusted by, of course, this sinful, wretched, and shameless person that I am. Paul is so right where he writes that our conscience bears witness to God as he, in his holiness, shames our sinfulness. I guess our consciences' role is not as a machine that spits out moral imperatives. Instead, I think our consciences serve as an indicator of our wretchedness.

I love Paul's next sentence. In verse 25, Paul writes, "Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!". How wonderful it is that despite myself, I have been delivered from myself. How awesome is that my sins have been blotted out on the cross? Seriously, I think Christ is so glorious to me when I taste his forgiveness.

Anyways, just wanted to write because I have not been writing at all for the past couple months. Seriously, none of my classes right now require writing. And this thought was in my head. Cheers!