Once upon a time there was a good person. Or at least he thought so.
He determined in his own mind to set out on a quest to find inner peace and began the arduous journey toward his goal.
He chanted, he fasted, he burned incense, he meditated, and he prayed. He went on pilgrimages. He gave up red meat and gluten. Later, he became a vegan, even though he loved him some steak and potatoes.
He helped old ladies across the street and rescued kittens from trees and paid his taxes like a good citizen. He even volunteered at the library.
But no matter how much he did, it never felt like enough. He never could seem to fund that elusive peace he was so desperately seeking.
Then he had an epiphany. He realized he was not a good person. He understood that he was fundamentally flawed and broken person whose good intentions never hit their marks.
He discovered that there is only One who is good, One who once came down to live among people just like him. One who did everything right and lived the perfect life that this good person could not.
He grasped that this One, Jesus, had died for him not when he was a good person, but when he was at his worst, when he was against everything Jesus stood for.
He called out to this Jesus and asked Him to save him and do for him what he could never do for himself. He confessed that he was really and truly a not-good person.
Now he has peace. He still has bad days and even bad weeks. He still has good intentions that fall short. He can even be grumpy at times. But he also has Jesus.
And that is enough.
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